'Yeah, no, sorry, why would you know?' Sam doesn't imagine Gabriel's in the habit of confiding in anybody. It's difficult even to go as far as imagining him having friends.

The flatness of Daine's voice and the tilt to her brows as she looks up at him are not unfamiliar, and Sam snorts a laugh at himself, nearly subvocal. 'You think I'm nuts, don't you?' His tone is somewhere between sardonic and resigned. 'Can't lie here, but I might just be paranoid and delusional?'