Gabriel had changed out of his pajamas and into his own clothes by the time that Noah came dashing into the bathroom as he get rid of the worse of his stubble and brushed his own hair and teeth. Grinning down at Noah at his questions, setting his hair brush aside as he did, Gabriel chuckled quietly. Peter and Elle? They seemed safe enough to trust with something like this. Both of them wanted to make sure that Noah was content and protected, and they wouldn't do anything that would put him in danger.
"Of course you can," Gabriel said, grinning at Noah. "Uncle Peter will be so proud. And I know Elle will be impressed," He said, offering his son a hand up.
It was still odd, sometimes, how naturally he had slid into this role when he didn't have anything even remotely close to a good example of parenting. He had his parents. His mother who was so skittish that she was afraid of her own shadow and could barely take care of herself much less him. His father who had abandoned the two of them after forcing him into a specific mold and making him feel as though he could never make anything of himself. And then there was Angela, who... Even if Bennet was saying that she had used him, she had been far, far better to him than anyone else ever had.
He'd even been putting off asking her about it for fear that Bennet was right, and he had been used. Somehow... He almost didn't want to know. He'd rather keep his delusions intact. They were such nice ones.