He wants to beg Anthony to stay. The light makes him blink hard, and he almost wishes they'd stayed in the dark: it would better hide the red of his eyes and the hysterical tears still set on his face. Gabriel uses the heel of his hand to try to wipe them away.

Another apology sits on the top of his tongue, but he can't find the voice for it. Instead, his hand slides to find and hold Anthony's, squeezing before he lets go.

Tea sounds so very reasonable.

"Maybe something stronger than tea," he murmurs at last.