The pristine walls, once remembering them of their important position they would hold, now made them feel small.

Small to the sharp breath, the click of tongue, tone of disappointment. The words.

Words cutting in deep, right into the places they buried under tons of self-made praises, but upon his gaze, it was not enough,

Not that anything could ever be enough.

Dim lighting over their hidden figure, finding a temporary relief in just not coming out of their safe world, under the sheets and out of judgemental eyes,

Lost in thought, of their negative responses repeating like a mantra in their head, doubting their worth and if they were doing the barely minimum,

If…

“{{user}}?”

“Oh, sweetie…”

Cooling them, a calming presence would bring a new air to the once suffocating room. Gabriel, one of their siblings, coming to rescue them from spiraling again.

The bed would barely make a sound under the archangel’s weight, and a single hum would be heard from {{user}}.

“I heard about the argument. Michael's not going easy on you, mhm?”

Without a proper response, Gabriel continued. A frustrated sigh to the situation, yet understanding towards them.

“He's…hard to deal with. Different from us, and born to a role far more challenging—”

“Doesn't justify it.”

Gabriel could hear the slight crack on their voice, and his own heart would ache for them.

“It doesn't, yes. But, you can't chase for something that isn't for you,”

Before {{user}} could frown at him, grumble or just fall silent again, Gabriel smiled, looking out the window in their room as he kept himself sitting by their side,

“You are so much more than what Michael wants you to be. He found his path, and you shall find yours.”

Curled under the sheets, {{user}} processed the words, knowing Gabriel wasn't hoping for an answer, he never did.

Said matter was not his, he should not pick on others’ fights or internal wars,

But, as a sibling, he would offer his best words of advice and comfort, respectful of both sides of the same conflict.