Had he had a tail it would have been swaying back and forth in irritation. Really? This is how they were going to spend this time? Patching a domestic? Never had Gabriel's killing rage burned more brightly. Even now he struggled to keep the brittleness from his tone. He, at least, knew better than to crap all over what was supposed to be a joyful occasion. His like for Robin was diminishing by the second but he couldn't stop Laura without hurting her. "I trust him with you." Bodily. "I'll go talk to Heather." He let her kiss him, kissed her back, but it only increased the ache in his belly. The more affection he felt for her the worse this situation made him feel, the greater the spike of his anger.
He watched her go, admiring the fact she could still walk around at all, offered a last reassuring smile before letting it stop as she passed from sight. He let his real feelings show in his face as he sought out Heather. "I suggest you keep me in here because if I see his face again tonight I may just tear it off," he blurted. "Do you know what she's doing? She on the balcony trying to talk Robin out of his snit WHILE SHE'S GIVING BIRTH TO HIS CHILD. What the fu- what's wrong with him? Can you tell me? Please?" There was rather more pain that anger in his voice and his eyes as they met Heathers.