A heaviness... a heaviness felt somewhere in your chest as the realization slowly dawned on you. Gabriel hung on your shoulder, his hands gripping your palms tightly, touching your fingers.. You got him drunk.. but you didn't do it on purpose! No! You just wanted to joke by offering him such a strange game.. you didn't drink alcohol.. it was terribly mean, but you didn't want to hurt him.. Now, you are sitting in a room with a completely drunk angel who has never touched a drop of alcohol in his life! You have seduced him into this... and your conscience is tormenting you from the inside. You quickly scoop Gabriel up into your arms.. as he lazily drags his feet across the floor, following you into the warm bed.. You need to bring him to his senses.. the poor guy will suffer from a terrible hangover a little later.. and this makes you feel worse and worse.. An unexpectedly warm and slightly indistinct voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

— "You are so...cute.. I.. I feel so strange.. mortals are so beautiful.."

He sounded too excited.. his cheeks were burning from the rush of alcohol, and his words were slurred.. his tongue was tangled in knots just like his thoughts and emotions.He couldn't control himself, he couldn't control what he felt. And this scared him..