"Someone's got a case of the giggles."

He pokes the young sentry in the belly playfully, avoiding his reaching fingers skillfully, looming over him in his bed. Abner had to meet at the Infirmary that morning to get his back looked over, the whip lashes were healing nicely, the stitches needed removed, leaving Gadreel on his own for the first time in a while.

But he wasn't completely alone.

Titus had promised to stay with him until the older sentry returned.

They'd read for a bit, from one of his many books, played a card game silently after lunch, sat on either side of the bed and passed notes back and forth, played a game of catch with a paper ball, snuck around rearranging the others rooms a bit and waited on baited breath to hear their reactions. They had a merry good time together, even when things started to wind down, the gusto leaving the younger sentry laying on the bed. The Power sat next to him, poking him in the belly playfully, chuckling at his soft bubbly giggles, as he tried to wiggle away from his finger.

"Where are you going, you little wiggle worm?" He reaches over to poke him on the other side of his belly, eliciting another bout of happy giggles, and he wiggled back over again, pressing against his leg. "We're not done here yet." The little sentry giggles, hands circling around to grab his finger, but he alludes the attempts with ease. "Much better." He pokes him dead center in the belly and holds his finger there for a playful minute. "Makes it so much easier to do this." He spiders his finger over his belly, and the young sentry shrieks brightly, arching his back.

The Power chuckles when the younger angel manages to curl his fingers around his wrist and tug his hand away from his belly. "Oh, you think that'll stop me?" He looks to the space above them. "Whatever shall I do now?" He raises his other hand, eyes going playfully wide as he stares at him, and turns to look back at the giggling sentry beside him. "Oh, look what I've been gifted, a second hand. I wonder, though," he wiggles the finger of his right hand down at him and his giggling picks up in tempo. "Does this one work just as well as the one you've captured?"

He smiles when Gadreel shakes his head, giggling harder when he slowly lowers his hand over his belly, wiggling fingers and all. "No? But we haven't tested it yet, how could you possibly know?"

"Tuhuhus!"

His eyes widen comically. "Wow, it got you to use your words, that is mighty impressive." He plants his fingers on his belly, they just sit there, and the younger angel sucks in a breath. "Let's see what else it can do." He digs his fingers in slightly, and the younger angel squeaks cutely, scrunching up as much as he can. "Oh, I think I like this hand."

Titus wiggles his fingers into his belly and Gadreel shrieks, arching his back again, squirming around and wiggling under his fingers.

"My, my, someone does have a case of the giggles." He tilts his head playfully. "But, what about…What about both hands?"

Gadreel shrieks and shakes his head, hugging his captive hand to his chest as tightly as he can manage, and the Power gives a soft chuckle. "Exactly what I was hoping you'd do." He digs five fingers into his upper belly and five fingers into his lower belly, and the younger sentry loses it, he throws his head back and screams with laughter. "I've got someone's ticklish little belly right where I want it."