Training Who: Gabriel and Kayla Where: The Hyperion Basement When: Friday, August 13th
Gabriel stood back and watched as Kayla pounded away at the dummy set up for her to train with. At least now she was paying enough attention to herself so that she wouldn't break her wrist while working out again. He could still see some of the pent up rage in how she moved, but it had dissipated a bit since her fight with Ms. Delallo, which was a very good thing. He made some mental notes on things they needed to work on (control still being one of them) as he continued to watch her.
"Think we can stop for now?" She asked. She actually stopped punching the dummy, with just a hint of more vibrancy in those blue eyes as she looked at him.
He nodded. "Of course," he said to her. He plucked a bottle of water from the mini fridge that was set up in the training room and handed it to her.
"Thank you," she murmured, before uncapping the bottle and taking a long sip. "Do you... Am I getting any better, at all?"
"I think so," he said with a nod. "You're not pounding the bones in your hand into a fine powder, so I'd say that's a good start."
"Yeah, well. Remind me not to do that again anytime soon. It hurt once I'd... calmed down," she admitted, looking down. "Still. Better my hand than Ms. Delallo's face."
"Very true," he agreed, "although I'd rather that you didn't hurt either so much in the future. I've made an appointment with the psychiatrist, by the way. I hope that I wasn't presumptuous in doing so."
She smiled faintly at the first part, but shook her head at the second. "It wasn't presumptuous," she assured him. "It's something that needs to be done."
"Good," he said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card with a date and time written on the back. "This is when and where you are going to meet her."
She took the card from him and looked it over before placing it inside her wallet. "Thank you for doing that for me, Gabriel. I'm not sure I would have had the gumption to do it myself." She blinked and then chuckled, "'gumption'. Who says that?"
He shrugged. "I say it sometimes," he pointed out to her. "As for the appointment, I was glad to do it for you. Just make sure that you arrive on time and everything."
"Must be where I got it from," she replied with a small smirk. "I promise I'll get there early. I don't want to disappoint you anymore than I already have."
"Just because things have gotten a little out of hand doesn't mean that you've disappointed me," Gabriel said to her. "That's not how it is at all." He didn't want her to see it that way. "I am worried about you, though. Very much so."
She nodded slowly and looked up to meet his eyes, smiling faintly, she said: "Well, I'm sorry to make you worry. I'm sure there are more important things we can occupy your time with."
"You are what I am supposed to occupy all of my time with, though," he pointed out to her. "Even if you were doing much better and completely well right now, I would be worried about you."
"Why?" She asked, as she tilted her head to one side."Because of the whole fighting-evil-could-die-at-any-moment thing?"
He cleared his throat, looking away nervously for a moment. "Yes, that has a lot to do with it. It will always be dangerous for a Slayer while she is out." He wasn't good at dealing with any sort of feelings on his part.
She always worried that she'd made him uncomfortable when he did little things like that, which was partly why she hardly ever hugged him, or showed any kind of affection. Still. She placed a hand to his cheek and let a small cheeky smile emerge, "Well, I'll put that part off for as long as I can."
It wasn't her specifically that made him uncomfortable, but feelings he had about her that he wasn't sure how to deal with, to be honest. Still, he smiled when she reached up and touched his cheek. "I'd rather that you did," he said to her.
"Well then, it's settled," she assured him. She lingered uncertainly for a few seconds before moving away and clearing her throat. "Is there anything else you think we should do today?"
He glanced down at his feet for a moment. "Well, we can always try some sword work if you'd like," he told her. "If you're up for it, anyway."
"Do we... have foam swords?" She asked, trying to lighten the air a little. "I'd prefer it if you weren't riddles with holes."
"We do have practice swords, yes," he said with a slight smile. "None of the Watchers exactly want to be riddled with holes because their first practice with a Slayer went horribly wrong, after all."
"Wise Watchers," she replied with a chuckle. "Okay. We can give it a try. I promise I'll be gentle."