God, he was so stupid. He hadn't even thought about filtering that, about the fact that Noah would see it. It served him right for not being more careful. As he felt Noah's position shift next to him, his arm curled protectively around his son's waist before his other hand moved up to pluck his glasses from his face, turning them in his hand before pressing two fingers against his tear ducts to stem the tears that were pricking at his eyes.
"That's because he has," Gabriel said quietly. "It... It was a long time ago," Gabriel said, his voice getting softer as he talked.
"We're different because... Because..." Gabriel shook his head and closed his eyes before swallowing over the lump that had formed in his throat. "I think... I think he killed the best support that he would have had instead of loving her like he should have."