He nodded. "Better than drinkin' myself roddin' sick, yeah?" It was true. "No' beatin' the daylights ou' of anyone, either." He sighed and sat down on the sofa in the room.
"Much better. And there's no way you'd kill your liver by beating a punching bag to death." Mai commented nonchalantly to the man as a few short steps were taken into the room, and then over to the mini fridge. Removing two bottles of water, Mai offered one out to Gabriel after taking the path over to the couch the man slumped himself down on. "Care to talk about it?" She asked. If he did wish to discuss what was troubling him, that was good and fine. If not, Mai wasn't going to press him as Watchers were allowed their privacies, after all.
He wasn't sure how much to reveal. Some people were more excusable of a Watcher seeing their Slayer than others. Still, he could keep it vague but still talk about it some, yeah? "It's...relationship trouble," he said, gratefully accepting the bottle of water, popping it open and taking a sip. "More like the end of a relationship."
"Ah." Mai acknowledged with a slight nod. "And judging from your treatment of the punching bag I'm taking it she, or he, was the instigator of your recent break-up." While Mai might know her fellow Watcher's name and who his assigned Slayer was, she knew very little else about the man. And that included his sexual preference, which Mai wasn't about to prejudge the man on. Especially seeing as she had involved herself with a same sex partner.
He didn't mind too much. It was LA, after all, and the girl he had been with even 'swung both ways' so to speak. "She, and yeah, she was the instigator," he admitted, taking another sip of his water. "She lef' me for a girl, though. Guess it's kinda nice to see that it was somethin' I literally couldn' give her," he said with a shrug.
With her eyes fixed on the man, Mai uncapped her water bottle and took a drink of the water it contained as she listened intently to what Gabriel was saying. "That doesn't make it any easier to take or hurt any less. Not if you loved her the way I'm thinking you loved her." Had it just been some kind of fling, Mai didn't think the guy would be taking the break-up as hard as he seemed to be taking it.
"No, it doesn't." It hadn't been some kind of fling, for either of them (at least he hoped that it hadn't been for her). "She was very confused for a while and finally made a choice," he said. "Unfortunately, the choice wasn't me."
"It may not seem like it now, but break-ups are survivable." Might that be the voice of experience speaking there. Not that it might seem that way to Gabriel at this moment in time, but as the days moved on, Mai knew he would start feeling less and less like he wanted to drive a fist through a wall, or punching bag.
"I'm sure I know that somewhere in the back of my head," he admitted with a defeated sigh. He still wanted to get rip roaring drunk and beat the living hell out of the first person who happened to look at him the wrong way, though. Sounded like it would be a lot of fun right now. "It's just hard to remember that."
"You probably do, but I don't think rationale is anywhere within your current range of thinking." Mai knew that if she were in Gabriel's place at this moment she'd be thinking anything but rational. "And with that said, why don't you let me buy you a drink. I know a bar not too far from here." And it was an actual bar she was speaking of and not one of the popular clubs where some of the Slayers liked hanging out. She didn't know about Gabriel, but the last thing she wanted was to be spotted in a club by her Slayer, Selinda.
"As long as it's not Avarice, that's fine by me," he said. "I need to change clothes first, though." He had no interest in running into his Slayer, either, but for very different reasons than Mai, obviously.
"Very well." Mai replied to both remarks. "I'll meet you in front in ten?" That should give him enough time to change clothes, at least that was what Mai thought. And while she had put Selinda through quite the workout, Mai herself had simply observed the Slayer in her training. So the woman was good to go.