That sense of dread grew. He found himself staring at his feet as he obeyed and sat down at the table. He hung his head a little and rest his hands on the table. He noticed the fist being made then relaxed. Was the man angry at him?

He felt like he was about to get lectured, but whatever he was going to say would hurt worse. He looked slowly up at him and even though a word about them hadn't been said, tears started to appear. "It's good to see you again. I.. are you mad because... I-I dropped you on the stairs on Sunday ? Or..because I tried to follow you when you left?" He looked at his face even though he felt sick with shame and was fearful of the answers. If Gabriel was going to be unkind to him, he knew he'd deserve it, but he at least wanted answers perhaps the last time they ever spoke again.