"I'm not disagreeing." He wasn't teasing to be mean - there were other thing he could bring up if he wanted to wound. But he doesn't, just rib Gabriel some.

Raphael sighs softly but there's a weight to it, almost like a creak in a dam that's ready to break. "Yes, he has." And while Raphael is passing judgement, he's also very disappointed. "He could. I can't do it Gabriel, I've tried." And that's where some of his bitterness lays - he needs help. Gabriel should be helping.