Gabriel ran a hand over his mouth as he thought about his response, because he clearly could not tell her that he had been a sleepless wreck for the past ten days, unsure about any aspect of his life outside of his job and son. He had been dropping Michael off at his mother's five minutes earlier every day for the past week and a half because of his inability to stay in the house. Gabriel couldn't tell Rachel that he'd been completely lost without her, without the knowledge that their relationship wasn't going to end up in shambles like so many of the arranged marriages he'd seen throughout his life.
Michael's birthday was on Sunday, he could say that he had spent most of the time trying to prepare for it, or at least getting the word out. There was no doubt that Rachel would not miss the chance to through an event such as a first birthday party, but Gabriel couldn't think of anything else to say. Busy at work? The attack at Diagon had kept him in the offices for quite some time, and there were still ramifications coming in from each day. People were still missing, bodies still needed to be claimed, and yet here Gabriel was, unable to find anything important enough to use as a lie to his wife to keep their interaction as civil as possible.
He blinked, his hand continuing to rest on his chin, fingers nearly gripping at his cheek. Gabriel finally looked up at Rachel, "Terribly," he admitted, because he should not be lying to his wife, "It's been a terrible time without you."
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