"Shit--!" Peter clearly didn't leave enough space, because holy shit, angry Gabe -- angry Archangel Gabriel -- suddenly right in front of him. He backpedals, trips over a rock, and stumbles a step or two before toppling backwards and landing hard on his bum. Terror ignites in him at the abrupt shift in his friend's demeanor, and Peter envisions Gabriel doing all manner of terrible things to smite him...only some of which are probably as bad as it might have been just now. He looks up at the other man, his own breathing rapid.

I didn't mean to. "I knew I wouldn't get another chance," he confesses.