Gabriel's head nodded once, sucking in his bottom lip for a moment before he gestured to a few empty seats near by. That was much easier than he had expected, and he was glad for it. Of course, he wasn't looking forward to the conversation, given that his prior thoughts on the matter seemed to be the opposite of Rachel's opinions, but they were off to a good start. When they were seated he took a moment to gather his thoughts, hunched forward slightly as his hands hung between his legs, hands clasped.
"I'd like to believe that our parents want to see us happy, at the end of everything they do, even if their perceptions of 'happiness' aren't exactly the proper...modern definition of the word." Gabriel kept his voice steady, unsure of the last time he was able to keep himself so in check. Any serious situation he'd been in during the past year had caused him to stutter and sometimes even run away. He needed to grow up, and get this done. "I am honestly a man of tradition, despite my recent indiscretions."
Finally he sat up and looked at Rachel, a smile playing on his face. Michael would always be his favorite indiscretions, of course. "I am here to say that...I wish for you to do what you think is best, for you. I think I could make you very happy, Rachel, but I also know that you could make yourself very happy, and do not need a man or a husband to do so."
"I don't think it's fair to ask for an answer right now, I think you deserve more than a night or--a week, a month, a year to decide, so I'll respect any length of time it takes for you to completely reject me," the smile still played on his face, and Gabriel shrugged. He'd been through this before, numerous times, but now that he had his son it did not feel as completely terrifying as it had before.
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