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If you were faced with Him in all His glory

What would you ask if you had just one question?

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IC contact: Sirenspull
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Uh, hi! This is Ca- I mean Chuck Shurley, just- Chuck, sorry. [Indistinct fumbling noises] Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks?

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You're acting like he stabbed him in the friggin' heart, jackass.

[Chuck takes a biiiiig step back and turns away again, plunking down on the rocks to stare out at the ocean.]

I'm not acting like anything.

[He hasn't talked to any angels on purpose since he pissed all over Lucifer's Cheerios.]

Then explain to me what in Dante's fucking Inferno is going on?

[No, he wants to scream, I don't owe you anything. But that's an urge that doesn't go here. It's the wrong time, the wrong place- the right person, but wrong situation. Sort of.

Except when it's exactly not. Why did you do that terrible thing, Daddy, why did you have to be so mean when they didn't deserve it. Tell me why. Tell me now. No.]

What's going on? What's going on is that I decided that me and him talking at all was completely not accomplishing anything. He can do whatever. I don't care. I won't be in his way or rudely keeping him from murdering his brother's loved ones anymore. Is that okay with you? I mean, you think I meddle too much? [They don't have to say it. It's kind of obvious.] Fine. This? Is me not meddling. This is me stepping back.

It's not about meddling, jackass. It's about treating us like we're you're fucking kids. Kinda bruises the damn ego, for one thing. You wanna care? Fine. Care away. But we're not a buncha spoiled brats you can just kick into line.

[Ouch. That strikes too close to home, and he whips around to yell right in Gabriel's face, gesticulating angrily.]

Okay, first of all it's called manipulating and adults do it all the time.

I don't treat you like kids, I- fuck, Gabriel. [His arms drop to his sides suddenly.] I treat you like people who sometimes have no fucking clue. Sometimes. I'm not exactly the poster boy for having your shit together, but I tried to help, at least.

But I'm not helping anymore. Lucifer and I- I don't even fucking know. So this is me walking away. It's better. I know when I'm doing damage.

[Because if Gabriel is so easily describing their relationship like that, then that means He's gotten too close. He's let himself get too comfortable, slip too deep into old habits, and He has to stop. He has to pull away or risk losing Himself.]

Fine. And y'know why? 'Cause this is bigger than what you humans make it out to be. It's not as cut and friggin' dry as it looks. And maybe- just maybe? We'd be better off if you mooks stopped acting like you understand our lives. [He's being unnecessarily hateful now, but he's tired of humans acting like they have a perspective on this. Yes, comparisons can be drawn, but that doesn't mean it can all be explained away by hugs and therapy and cheap liquor. The scars are deep. And they can only be healed by each other, by getting all of them on the same page. Until then, no human emotion will ever begin to describe the amount of hurt.]

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