"Oh," murmurs Cole when Gabriel shuts himself out. It's jarring, like a window suddenly shut tight, the glass dirty, difficult to see through. There's no anger or fear behind it; Gabriel isn't afraid of him. He doesn't need to forget. Cullen and Vivienne wish they could put up walls to block him out. Sometimes he wishes it wasn't so easy to hear them. This is all right. It will help him be like a normal person, at least a little.

He follows Gabriel over, peering with interest at the cocoa. "It came out of nothing," he exclaims after a moment. "It wasn't real except in our heads, and then you made it real. I've never met a spirit who could do that! At least, not outside the Fade."

He crouches down on the floor by the table, reaches out his hand to feel the cup. Warm, welcoming, warming his hands. Familiar, like the Iron Bull. "There's even the Orlesian guimauves," he remarks, noting the - Gabriel called them marshmallows.

He looks back, catching Gabriel's eye under the brim of his hat. "How did you do that?"