[If Gabriel were different he would have simply left the cat to fend for itself- wouldn't have as many animals around the farmhouse as he did now, for that matter. Wouldn't have reached out and wanted to give them something more than continuing to exist for however much longer in their states.

Let the two runts have as much a fighting chance as possible, along with their other.

And of course he leaned over, smoothing a hand carefully over her head. Would need to come up with a name for her at least, figure out what to do about so many kittens- would keep them all if there was no other way then—

There was a sound, a laugh that wasn't a laugh and more some noise than had no other way of getting out. No bit of joy or finding anything funny. A pressure being released.] Your friendship is something I've come to treasure more than anything, Zen. I can't say I've ever had many or- well.

[Hands moved up, fingers curled into his own hair. Been growing out again, just long enough for curls.]

I'd rather give you time and space than pity. Isn't as if I've never been turned down.