GABRIEL
“Lancelot, you’re still pissy, I see. I didn’t go off with them to have fun without you, you know. Pop hired them to watch my back.” He’s such a damn wife sometimes. He’s been pouting for days now, and even now that we’re back, he’s still giving me the cold shoulder. That hasn’t stopped him from sticking close to me, though.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were looking for your grandpa?”
“Is that what this is about? For the simple reason that I didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up only to dash them when things didn’t pan out.” That seemed to unruffle his feathers a bit, and he gave me a softened look.
“You wanna go shoot some hoops?”
“It’s cold as balls.”
“Downstairs, moron.”
