"Your grief is heavy, Gaeta. And this is the night to express it."
Angel reaches up to gently, so fucking gently touch Gaeta's cheek with fingertips that hold absolutely no warmth.
"I'll be here to help pick you up afterwards. We'll put the pieces back together. I promise it. I swear by Mortanne, comfort of the widow and the orphan."
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Angel reaches up to gently, so fucking gently touch Gaeta's cheek with fingertips that hold absolutely no warmth.
"I'll be here to help pick you up afterwards. We'll put the pieces back together. I promise it. I swear by Mortanne, comfort of the widow and the orphan."