Just like that he had a sprawling, meowing mass of fur in his arms. The Archangel fumbled and just barely managed not to drop the poor thing, cradling it against his chest. It rumbled, either purring or with discontent; he couldn't tell. Gabriel laughed, quietly and shortly and with something approaching amusement. "Can't believe you actually got yourself a freakin' kitty."

Shaking his head, he turned slowly on the step, using his foot to find the next, and made his careful way up it. Once he'd found the door, he shuffled inside, using his toes to find his way. His mouth opened, then closed again before he finally said resignedly, "So do I. My family's back there. And from what I've heard, things go south really fast not long after I got stabbed."

He shrugged a little. If he had the chance to change it, how could he not?