Truant shifts uneasily, pulling back as much as he can without actually getting out of Gabriel's lap.

"I didn't know you..." he murmurs, but that's not true either, somehow, even though he's quite certain they've never talked about this-

He grunts softly and moves his hand to his head, rubbing at the distant headache brimming behind one eye. Fuck this, since when does he get headaches in dre-

Oh.

He blinks suddenly, the proverbial clouds parting, and stares freshly at the angel he's sitting on.

"Gabe?" he blurts, still pretty dazed, still piecing together which parts of his memory are real and which were literally dreamed up.