[He takes a second to thank Himself for his own drunk panic while cowering into the wall. No catnip in the apartment, no trace it was ever there or ever could have been there, not even to Gabriel.]

I-It was supposed to be licorice and lemon cause that's- her- her thing. It was- fuck, it was- limonc- lemon liqu- booze, lemon juice, and absinthe.