Hardly a shock that Gabriel gets under his skin. Maybe it's a gift shared between the two of them, the ability to drive people crazy with just a few carefully chosen words. Gabriel leans forward, reaching to rub his thumb along the back of Michael's hand.

"Angels are monumentally dense for the most part." Present company excluded, naturally. "Change comes, but not easily. It's a friggin miracle that the other Michael," not his Michael, "and Lucifer haven't obliterated the place just to settle an old pissing contest."

Gabriel grimaces, shifting closer until their knees are touching. "Yeah, and I'm living proof of that. This is my second time around and I don't remember a damned thing about it."