Gabriel Tam (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
gabriel_tam) wrote2007-08-27 08:10 pm
gabriel_tam) wrote2007-08-27 08:10 pm
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It had been a relief to leave the hospital at last. Gabriel had argued bitterly with the doctors about the chair they'd insisted upon, and compromised far enough to allow himself to be wheeled as far as the door. There-- in full view of the media's uncompromising eye, the reporters watched even more carefully in turn by a grimly determined security team -- he'd pushed himself to his feet and walked the few steps to the vehicle, waving once to the cameras before settling into his seat behind the now-tinted, bulletproof windows.
No one but Regan had seen just how much strain it had put on him.
Still, it's good to be home, even if things in New Mayfair aren't exactly the same. Gabriel's study is upstairs, as are his and Regan's room and the guest chambers.
It had taken them all less than a day to realize how much of a problem this would be. As a result, Gabriel Tam has been settled temporarily in the downstairs den, which has been hastily converted into a combination sleeping room and makeshift office, appropriately fitted for a recovering patient.
He hates it. He hates all of this, but there are times when a man simply has to make do with what he's got, and this would seem to be one of them.
No one but Regan had seen just how much strain it had put on him.
Still, it's good to be home, even if things in New Mayfair aren't exactly the same. Gabriel's study is upstairs, as are his and Regan's room and the guest chambers.
It had taken them all less than a day to realize how much of a problem this would be. As a result, Gabriel Tam has been settled temporarily in the downstairs den, which has been hastily converted into a combination sleeping room and makeshift office, appropriately fitted for a recovering patient.
He hates it. He hates all of this, but there are times when a man simply has to make do with what he's got, and this would seem to be one of them.
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--and when Gabriel speaks, what he says bears no resemblance whatsoever to what he'd originally intended to say.
"Then let's hope he doesn't decide anything of the sort. I'd certainly hate to be without your acquaintance, to say the least."
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"Gabriel Tam," Crowley says ironically, "I didn't know you cared."
"In the meantime, though," and now he's reaching for his coat again, shrugging it on (but not buttoning it), "I've got other skins to worry about than my own."
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"I suppose it's nice to know I'm still able to surprise you in something," he replies, with just as much dry, ironic humor.
"However, don't let me keep you, at present anyway."
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He sets his hat on his head, and puts his hands in his pockets.
At the door, he turns, and says:
"I persuaded Raguel that you were a good man. Here's your chance, Senator Tam. What matters now is what you do next."
He slips into the hallway, and is gone.
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Both of them, in fact.
A muscle works tautly in Gabriel's jaw, and his eyes are narrowed as he looks after the demon for several long moments.
Eventually, with precise economy of motion, Gabriel Tam picks up the file he was reviewing when Crowley first walked in and turns his attention to it.
He has work to do.
(On the table beside him, the two small tiles remain for quite some time exactly where Gabriel has placed them, lying side by side.)