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[regan_tam]

Gabriel's been quiet, in the few days since his last appointment with Dr. Navarro. "How did it go?" she asked, and "All right," he answered, and that was that

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[gabriel_tam]

At the moment, he's leaning back in an armchair, studying a piece of paper with focused intent.

Gabriel's spinning a pen back and forth in his fingers as he concentrates.

[regan_tam]

Regan lets herself through the security system and doors with a nod to the guards outside the house, and ignores the way her own bodyguard (Tutayan Shay, who like many of their guards is both very nice and astonishingly muscular) fades back to join them. This is habit by now; she may never like the necessity, but that doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate it -- more so than ever, now -- and she's learned to ignore it.

"Gabriel?" she calls from the entryway, and sticks her head through the door of his converted study/sickroom.

[gabriel_tam]

"Hm?" He looks up, blinking in surprise before he smiles at her.

"Is it afternoon already?"

[regan_tam]

"Nearly one o'clock, xin gan." She's smiling.

This, like the pen-twirling in thought, is an old habit.