[The waitress has talked to Gabriel enough that she knows there's only so much she can stand to hear. He's never been cruel to her, but something about the way he winks, the way she can't tell him anything he doesn't know, is hard to take in large doses. Gabriel knows this because it doesn't take an angel to overhear her chatting with her friends by the kitchen door.]
Eeehhh, I try not to worry about it. They don't like me much in the basement either. [Besides, he's not entirely sure whether he even has a soul. Angels, strictly speaking, don't; and though he's human, he's not really human. You'd think he's handled enough souls that he ought to be able to tell, but this is a special case.
Honestly he thinks when he goes, probably, he'll just be gone.]
I tried wallowing in self-pity a while but it got boring.
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[The waitress has talked to Gabriel enough that she knows there's only so much she can stand to hear. He's never been cruel to her, but something about the way he winks, the way she can't tell him anything he doesn't know, is hard to take in large doses. Gabriel knows this because it doesn't take an angel to overhear her chatting with her friends by the kitchen door.]
Eeehhh, I try not to worry about it. They don't like me much in the basement either. [Besides, he's not entirely sure whether he even has a soul. Angels, strictly speaking, don't; and though he's human, he's not really human. You'd think he's handled enough souls that he ought to be able to tell, but this is a special case.
Honestly he thinks when he goes, probably, he'll just be gone.]
I tried wallowing in self-pity a while but it got boring.