Paul was glad to see how well his suggestion was recieved. Gabriel seemed to light up at the thought of his father rotting away on the ground like any other common beast, no rites or remembrances to celebrate his life. Even dogs were treated better than that, even vermin were cremated, but Paul was sure that festering with maggots in the open air was exactly what Joseph Isetti deserved.<br/><br/>It was an odd moment to want to kiss Gabriel, but Paul desperately did so. He restrained himself, and offered little more than a pleased glance to his angel.<br/><br/>Then there was the paperwork, long and arduous but terribly necessary.<br/><br/>Paul occupied himself with his phone, confident that Gabriel hardly needed his guidance or input. It might have seemed callous to Mr. Bloom, but Paul wasnt in the habit of feigning concern when the audience was not worth fooling. He took care of their sleeping arrangements in the meantime as the only thing available in the charming town of Green River was a historic bread and breakfast. Paul would rather drive an hour than lay his head down in this insignificant place.<br/><br/>Paul was patient despite being bored, and did not utter another word until they were finally out of Mr. Blooms badly decorated office.<br/><br/>"Anywhere you need, angel," Paul said and meant it.