The smile might have dispelled some of the awkwardness, had Gabriel seen it, but he had turned his eyes down to the cup that was now devoid of the contents he had so unkindly criticized.

The offer, no, request, but it felt like an offer and he suspected it was - the offer was a welcome one. He glanced up at father Brennan and gave him a small grateful smile. "Of course," he said and he set his cup down on the table and rose. "Can I take your bag for you, father?"