[He looked back up at his brother, eyes narrowed and a flash of hurt, before he masked it and lowered his gaze. Michael didn't know why it bothered him that Gabriel cared what his alternate thought of him, but he wouldn't voice that.
Michael reached for his drink, sipping it a little as he watched the two.]
I could hazard a guess as to who, Gabriel.
[The archangel had picked up on that, not so long ago. In a garden, with another world's smooth talking Morningstar.]
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Michael reached for his drink, sipping it a little as he watched the two.]
I could hazard a guess as to who, Gabriel.
[The archangel had picked up on that, not so long ago. In a garden, with another world's smooth talking Morningstar.]
But, Michael should tell you.