Peter lets out a little choking sound and stops cold, staring at Gabriel. He hadn't had any idea -- hadn't even known Gabriel was absent for days. Of course he'd had an inkling that Gabriel was unhappy, but who the fuck isn't? He tries to laugh like it's some kind of trick or joke (Gabriel delivered his bit about Godzilla just as seriously, didn't he?), but it comes out as more of a wheeze than anything.

"You're the archangel fucking Gabriel!" he says when he has his voice back. "You can't just -- just kill yourself! What the hell was I supposed to do --"

He cuts himself off with a stamp of a hoof. What the hell was I supposed to do without you, he doesn't finish asking.