Gabriel takes a breath, trying to calm down enough to think. This is bad. So fucking bad. He has no clue what the fuck this Jack wants from him but he's far more willing to shoot him than Gabriel would like. Both in general and especially from Jack, of all people.
"Jack, please." And it's an effort to keep his own voice from breaking. Still, it's impossible to keep the emotion out of it and even if 76 can't see him he's certainly able to hear him.
"I wish I knew what you were talking about. I really do." He wants to assure him he didn't-- he wouldn't. That he loves him and he doesn't want to hurt him in whatever ways 76 seems convinced he has. But Gabriel also doesn't want to get shot.
His throat feels like cotton, and it takes him a moment to dry swallow past his nerves and emotions before he can keep talking. "What do you want from me?" And God does he hope that doesn't get him a bullet in the brain, but he's out of ideas if Jack wont let him in on whatever the fuck is suddenly going on here.
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"Jack, please." And it's an effort to keep his own voice from breaking. Still, it's impossible to keep the emotion out of it and even if 76 can't see him he's certainly able to hear him.
"I wish I knew what you were talking about. I really do." He wants to assure him he didn't-- he wouldn't. That he loves him and he doesn't want to hurt him in whatever ways 76 seems convinced he has. But Gabriel also doesn't want to get shot.
His throat feels like cotton, and it takes him a moment to dry swallow past his nerves and emotions before he can keep talking. "What do you want from me?" And God does he hope that doesn't get him a bullet in the brain, but he's out of ideas if Jack wont let him in on whatever the fuck is suddenly going on here.