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He asked before using the bar. It was on a day it closed early, well after when most people would have gone home. People were still too shaken to drink, but recovery, much as some couldn't yet believe existed, was on the way. Gabriel had asked to meet him and the timing of it surprised him; Harvestman had bet on the man being unwilling to speak to him for quite some time. He gave him a beer without being asked; Gabriel accepted it without a word.

"Charlie's okay," he said casually. "You didn't ask, but she's okay."

"Jesus." Harvestman stared at him. "Anything else you wanna hit me with? You could go ahead and punch me if that's what you want."

"That wasn't my point and you know it." Gabriel dug in his bag and pulled out a thick folder, thudding it against the table. "There, that's all of it."

"All of what?"

"My file." He leaned back and took a swig of the beer. "He had one on all of us, you know that."

Harvestman sighed. "I didn't come here to talk about Brisbane."

"When I was a teenager, I didn't a little dealing. Bad part of town, I was an angry kid, those things don't mix." He tapped the top of the folder, his voice getting heavy. "I used to get blackouts. I tried the drugs a few times, don't know why I didn't end up an addict."

'You had blackouts," Harvestman repeated.

"There's a description in here, of something the feds saw but could never figure out. It was something with many horns, and many heads." Gabriel sagged backwards as if the world was weighing down. "Just like you said."

"He knew." Harvestman looked down at the file in alarm, then back up at Gabriel. "He knew you could become that."

"Yeah." Gabriel took another drink from the beer, nearly draining it.

"What... was that?"

"A mutation. They happen sometimes, particularly in the clans that mix." He gestured toward Harvestman with the beer bottle. "Just like your strange teeth here. Most children born that way don't live long."

"Okay." Harvestman spread his hands out. "Brisbane's a dick. We knew that. What does this change?"

"I've no idea how to control it and no were is going to even think of teaching me." Gabriel put the bottle on the table, a little too hard. "But yeah, I guess it changes nothing."

Harvestman sighed. "Tell me what you want me to apologize for," he said quietly. "And I'll do it. I know I have no right to the happiness I have now."

Gabriel gave him a look. "I don't want you to apologize. It happened. I'm dealing. And there's nothing wrong with you being happy, for fuck's sake. I'm just.. tired. Busy."

"Betrayed," Harvestman said quietly.

"Yeah." Gabriel picked up the bottle and stared at it. "I should have stopped him from hitting you."

"By the time he started hitting me, it was already too late," Harvestman replied, just as quiet. "What are you going to do?"

"Shut down the organization, probably. I don't really have a choice. Half the staff have moved on already."

"Sorry," Harvestman said."

Gabriel gave him another pointed look. "For what? You found your escape. You don't owe it to anyone else."

"I owe it to Charlie."

"She can make her own decisions. Don't get me wrong, you both fucked this up. I'm in full agreement with your boyfriend on you making more of an effort. But her decisions are hers."

"I'm getting married," Harvestman said suddenly. "To Arashi. We're marrying."

Gabriel knocked the bottle over, barely catching it before it rolled off the table. "You're shitting me. For real?"

"Yeah." Harvestman smiled, for the first time that night.

"You having a ceremony?"

"What? No! I don't even know what getting married means when you're both vampires!"

Gabriel tapped the table thoughtfully, gathering up the file. "Well, I've got a few things to think about."

"I'm not having a ceremony."

"I mean, it's not like people get married every day." He stood up, the corner of his lips twitching.

"Don't you dare." Harvestman got up and followed him. "Gabe, I mean it, I'm not having a ceremony. You'd better not tell anyone otherwise."

"I make no promises." Gabriel clammed a hand on the vampire's shoulder. "You deserve to be happy. And some of us deserve a lot more free beer than one bottle."

"We're not having a ceremony!"
 
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