"Liar!" He hissed. "You're lying. You have to be. I don't believe you. Why wouldn't he just tell me? If there wasn't anything wrong about... Why didn't he say something?!!"
He looked away from Constantine, at the wall.
"I didn't know. Gabriel should have said that. I would have... If I had been allowed." He cleared his throat. "You shouldn't smoke so much. And you don't eat very well either. You... you really should quit. It's a terrible habit that wrecks your lungs and teeth, to say nothing of the second hand smoke you're creating."
The pistol was suddenly heavy in his hand and Raphael feared that he wouldn't be able to shoot. He didn't want to but neither did he want it to look like he always backed down. His instincts held him back from causing harm but his pride told him that you didn't pull a gun without meaning it and John still thought of him the same way, so wasn't there cause?
He faltered and then refocused, playing for more time, trying to decide what to do.
"Anything else you'd like to say while we're having this lovely conversation?" He inquired in a level tone. "Now would be the time. Any other things people are hiding from me? Or maybe you'd like to take a few more shots at me. Tell me what you really think.
I'm listening."
Which was only half true. His anger was subsiding but his finger rested on the trigger indecisively, half wanting to go through with it and afraid of his inability to do so.
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"Liar!" He hissed. "You're lying. You have to be. I don't believe you. Why wouldn't he just tell me? If there wasn't anything wrong about... Why didn't he say something?!!"
He looked away from Constantine, at the wall.
"I didn't know. Gabriel should have said that. I would have... If I had been allowed." He cleared his throat. "You shouldn't smoke so much. And you don't eat very well either. You... you really should quit. It's a terrible habit that wrecks your lungs and teeth, to say nothing of the second hand smoke you're creating."
The pistol was suddenly heavy in his hand and Raphael feared that he wouldn't be able to shoot. He didn't want to but neither did he want it to look like he always backed down. His instincts held him back from causing harm but his pride told him that you didn't pull a gun without meaning it and John still thought of him the same way, so wasn't there cause?
He faltered and then refocused, playing for more time, trying to decide what to do.
"Anything else you'd like to say while we're having this lovely conversation?" He inquired in a level tone. "Now would be the time. Any other things people are hiding from me? Or maybe you'd like to take a few more shots at me. Tell me what you really think.
I'm listening."
Which was only half true. His anger was subsiding but his finger rested on the trigger indecisively, half wanting to go through with it and afraid of his inability to do so.