[Luckily enough William is still too tired and drunk to give two hoots as to who sees an archangel carrying him up the stairs. And in all fairness he hadn't demanded Gabriel do it, and so it only takes a few seconds before the principate is resting his head on Gabriel's shoulder, too weary to bother holding it up any more.
Somewhat comfortable William can feel himself starting to doze lightly, lulled into comfort by the motion of Gabriel climbing the stairs. One time? He can't help but wonder about that, curious to know what "one time" was like way back when. If William ever remembers their conversation he'll be sure to ask another time. Instead he'll just talk with his eyes closed because really, what is effort?]
You didn't fail, you're still trying to guide us now even when we're being shit.
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Somewhat comfortable William can feel himself starting to doze lightly, lulled into comfort by the motion of Gabriel climbing the stairs. One time? He can't help but wonder about that, curious to know what "one time" was like way back when. If William ever remembers their conversation he'll be sure to ask another time. Instead he'll just talk with his eyes closed because really, what is effort?]
You didn't fail, you're still trying to guide us now even when we're being shit.