Neutral Omens

Gabriel's eyes strayed to the door as it closed behind Michael's imposing figure. He stayed that way for sometime, chewing pensively on the inside of his lip, and it was only when Raphael spoke that he turned his attention back to the disconsolate angel. Not sure what to make of his companion's confession, his concern at least seemed to be getting him somewhere. Seating himself cautiously on the edge of the bed, Gabriel placed a soothing hand on Raphael's shoulder and asked in a soft, even tone, "Raphael, what's going on?"