Gabriel didn't see it. Couldn't see it. Just as well, really, because it would have made him feel irritated and humiliated in equal turns.

"Yeah, well," Gabriel muttered, and pushed himself upright, carefully clearing the space around him with his foot. "I was just going to raid myself a grocery store." He yanked an innocent smile onto his face; it was full of metaphorical glass. "Who'd suspect a blind man of being a thief, after all? Lend me a hand and when--" if "--I get my sight back I'll bake you some cookies."