Eddy laughed, not offended at all as Gabriel all but dismissed him. He didnt blame the man. Paul was coming and the conversation was over anyhow, they've said all that they would say to each other. No reason to prolong the visit.<br/><br/>"It was good to see you too. Give my love to Paul," Eddy said with a chuckle and then went to the bar to settle his tab. Then he was gone, off to do exactly what Gabriel had told him to do, think about Luke and try not to panic.<br/><br/>It was an hour later when Paul finally arrived.<br/><br/>He too was welcomed by name, the bouncer having no need to check his membership card or what color he would present for the night. It was always the same.<br/><br/>Paul looked as he always did, his charcoal black suit immaculate and grey blond hair tidy and neat. His face generally settled in a vague expression of disdain and boredom but there was a predatory glint in his dark eyes, growing ever sharper when they spied Gabriel, sitting all pale and pretty in his seat.<br/><br/>Paris had been a migraine and a half, a neverending parade of nonsense and absurdity, though that's how it always was when dealing with the French. It had left him with irritating, jagged edges, but he could already feel himself smooth out just by the sight of Gabriel.<br/><br/>It was good to be home.<br/><br/>Paul came over to his boy, luxuriating in a sense of rightness as they drew closer. He would not touch Gabriel, not out in the open with witnesses around, but his hand ached with the need to run through those silky white locks. He would not say a word until Gabriel guided them to their room.