"I heard it was what all the cool angels where doing these days." He doesn't know what else to say either.

'I morned your death.'
'How dare you leave us!'
'Heaven was too quiet without you.'

All came to mind. Raphael keeps watching Gabriel, wondering when it was he'd learned to stand still. Raphael had always found it easy, something grounding about being still and quiet.

"I haven't yet, no."