[Gabriel scoops her into his arms with another sigh, mindful to some extent of Chuck's worry and moves her to the couch as gently as he can, yanking a bowl off something to put down near her for her to puke in if the need arises. Why waste good illusions when you can just defile Chuck's dishes? That done, he takes the water from Chuck and offers it to her before pulling back to actually regard the prophet.]
Why do I have forty voicemail messages from you? [Because now is the PERFECT time to bring this up.]
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Why do I have forty voicemail messages from you? [Because now is the PERFECT time to bring this up.]