"What are you talking about?" Maybe he shouldn't entertain whatever sort of batshit illusions Jack has got going on in his head but Gabriel feels too out of the loop to know how else to handle him. He's been there through many of Jack's lows but he's never seen him like this.
Still, no matter how much he tells himself this is all just some miscommunication, it hurts. Hurts to see the man he loves turned into whatever this is, to have him threaten him.
Well, he tries to reason, he did pull a gun first. He didn't know then what he does now in his defense, but the fact of the matter still stands. (Anything to try and explain away or lighten the barrel still pointed at him.)
"Look, I don't-- I'm not gonna shoot you. How the fuck was I suppose to know who you were?" The closest he's ever seen Jack looking like this is when his bright blond hair started to get duller, more the color of straw and laced with an occasional grey hair. Which is to say; not at all like the man before him.
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Still, no matter how much he tells himself this is all just some miscommunication, it hurts. Hurts to see the man he loves turned into whatever this is, to have him threaten him.
Well, he tries to reason, he did pull a gun first. He didn't know then what he does now in his defense, but the fact of the matter still stands. (Anything to try and explain away or lighten the barrel still pointed at him.)
"Look, I don't-- I'm not gonna shoot you. How the fuck was I suppose to know who you were?" The closest he's ever seen Jack looking like this is when his bright blond hair started to get duller, more the color of straw and laced with an occasional grey hair. Which is to say; not at all like the man before him.