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[boneshears]

Telling you that would make you complicit.

[There's the edges of that old, clipped way he'd spoke when he hadn't been here long. When Lux was still a name he hid behind. Strictly business. Horatio might be good at keeping his face straight, but Gabriel's been doing it longer. Reading people. Watching how they move.

And since he'd become a manticore, reading it in the way their heart thrums and how anxiety scents the air.]

The New Year. I'll not give you enough information to risk your friends accusing you of being complicit.

[youngtimer]

I know this is a really weird time for me to say something like this, but: I appreciate the hell out of you, Gabe.

[even when he's planning a little quid pro quo for a close friend, Gabe is honest and considerate. Javert is cut of the same cloth, he thinks: they're Considerate Monsters, unwilling to hide their monstrosity, but equally unwilling to let it make them barbarians. he can only hope he's becoming another example of the same. those signs of anxiety and stress Gabe was sensing ooze away to an almost eerie calm: old assassin habits of his own coming back into play]

I should probably go let Celeste know I'm not chilling out in the sea of stars ... Fog only knows how she's been about my absence.

[boneshears]

[His brow creases. It's a very odd thing to say, but then again - Gabriel isn't good at people.]

Go - you owe that girl dinner for napping that long.

[youngtimer]

Din-- uh. If she doesn't rip my throat out, I might just give that a try.

[thank you for adding another small heart attack to his upcoming itinerary, Gabriel, he needed that.]

Give my best to Monty.