Gabriel... Oh how that name made his chest ache, but it was in a good way. Gabriel was here? That meant Michael probably was as well. He hoped he could see them. The longer he was beneath this manor's roof the more he wanted to be able to stay here.

"Alright," he said, though the idea still terrified him. Still, he couldn't keep bleeding all over the bar now could he? Flipping back a stream of blood-matted hair he nervously waited, watching as Fella caught the scent of food and bounded happily to the bowl set out for him. Soft tufts of red feathers rested delicately on the linoleum.