[The archangel pauses and glances without meaning to toward the wardrobe, where Sylvester's photo album has been hidden since the night Re-l got him drunk. And because Balthazar's being honest, Gabriel is too.]

I don't. From what I've seen and heard Sylvester's life was just about as shitty as mine. At least I could snap up some fun for myself.

[But Sylvester has a home, even if it is a moveable one. A purpose, other than to wallow in bitterness. And if Gabriel's being honest ...]

Kind of wish I had my own caravan, though.