Gabriel "Gabe" Eldridge (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lvlup) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} commandhq, |
“You want a refill?” Gabe asked, knowing that Raven had already offered but he was the gentleman in this equation. When there was a break in the conversation - which was, by all accounts, far too fascinating and enjoyable to be even remotely fair - he could nip away and grab a drink. It wasn’t like there were waiters here that he could just palm the empty cups off onto. That was something that was lacking. “I know you offered, but you look real comfy and I’d hate for you to have to move when it’s not strictly necessary.”
He wet his lower lip, nodding when she promised she’d call him Wiccan. Maybe if he told people that was his code name instead of Seraph it’d just stick with the upper management too. He wasn’t a hundred percent sure he’d be able to convince Rachel, though. She was sharp as a tack, he thought. Terrifyingly beautiful, too, but in that sort of she could throat stomp you and you’d say thank you. Straight out of a comic book, that lady. Whereas Raven was right out of a magazine, beautiful and probably pretty deadly if you crossed her. She had that air about her. It was endlessly intriguing and she seemed perfectly happy to be continuing a conversation with him.
So he wasn’t about to complain.
As her hand dropped to cover his, his eyes fell to where she was touching him, then he looked up again ignoring the slight dryness to his mouth as he swallowed what was left of the drink in his cup. He very carefully didn’t move his hand.
“Really?” He asked, “That sucks for you.” And he meant it; physical contact was important, it was grounding. It was special. And if Raven didn’t get that then maybe having her powers off was a good thing. “You can come sit next to me whenever you want. Can… I mean, do you mind if I ask what happens normally?”