"Amen," Gabriel whispered. Murphy hardly seemed to even be aware he was there anymore, lost in whatever memory he was in. The Archangel knew that apology wasn't for him.

Without letting go of Murphy's hands Gabe pushed his chair back and pulled it around the table. There; now he was in a better position. He sat again and then wrapped his arms around Murphy, pulling him in for a hug for as long as Murphy wanted, needed or could endure it.