[It takes another bout of manoeuvring to get them both up through the door and the aisle in the caravan is hardly wide enough for the two of them. The fact that Gabriel doesn't have any chairs readily available doesn't help, either, and after a moment's pause in the doorway Gabriel snaps one up by the banked fire in the oven and guides Balthazar to it.

[He doesn't talk as he pulls down the hammock to pull out some blankets, wrap them around Balthazar's shoulders, and start looking through his cupboards for some food the other angel might be able to stomach. There isn't really anything to say; they'd both been murdered by the brothers they'd loved more than nearly anything. The Dead Angel Club. Words couldn't express enough for that, and Gabriel can't summon enough levity to talk about nothing.]