His fall from his grace. The Council's blood on his hands. It haunted him. It plagued his dreams, his nightmares. You were scared for him. He never told you about them, even when it was obvious it was affecting his mental health.

The two of you laid in bed, Gabriel already asleep. You laid awake, worried for him. Those signature twitches of his wing. Another nightmare. You shake him, it taking a few tries stirring him from his already light slumber.

He awoke with a breath, feathers pressed tightly against his wings. Your assumption had been right. He looked over at you, making sure you were still there. He was silent, that small bit of relief becoming annoyance.

"{{user}}."