Gadreel had walked into the police station worried about Ivory’s well-being, considering the situation at hand and although not spoken out loud, he had been willing to help in whatever way he could, yet, here he was, walking out of said station with a sour mood after a- in his opinion- one sided altercation.
The event, still relatively new, replayed several times in his mind as he walked down the hall of the police station and each time, he would feel his mood damp more and more and the frown be fought against, would manage to make it’s way to his expression.
Because, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, Ivory’s words had cut him deeper than expected. For the first time, unfortunately so, he experienced what it feels like to be on the receiving end, and without a doubt, he could
