Gabriel gave a weak, crooked smile, teeth barely showing. "Hah, you knew who I was. No returns."
Damian's eyes flicked down to him, golden and unreadable. "You think I'd want a return policy?"
Gabriel's breath hitched, the corner of his mouth twitching again. "Would explain the excessive paperwork."
"No." Damian leaned in slightly, brushing his thumb along the curve of Gabriel's cheekbone. "I knew exactly what I was signing up for. Acid tongue. Bad habits. The tendency to nearly die just to prove a point."
"Fair point." Gabriel murmured.
The door opened with Edward and a physician Gabriel never met after him.
Gabriel's eyes flicked toward the sound, too exhausted to lift his head. "Don't like him," he muttered instantly, his voice thin but audible. "Too tall. Suspicious shoes."
