The sight was enough to shatter the ice of Gabriel's expression: wings were a matter of great importance among angels, and he could only imagine the blow to the demon's pride just to admit to an enemy such injuries. It must have happened when the demon had been in Hell, he realized, and wondered how Crowley had lived all this time with the pain such extensive damage would have caused all - and how Gabriel himself had not noticed to begin with.
"Crowley..." the angel began in barely more than a whisper, a troubled look to his blue eyes, but it was pointless; there was little he could say that would make a difference. Instead he moved to the nearest exam room, holding the door for the demon and his delicately extended wings. "Come in, sit down. Please. I'll see what I can do."
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"Crowley..." the angel began in barely more than a whisper, a troubled look to his blue eyes, but it was pointless; there was little he could say that would make a difference. Instead he moved to the nearest exam room, holding the door for the demon and his delicately extended wings. "Come in, sit down. Please. I'll see what I can do."