Fuck, and normally Gabriel's the difficult one. (It's almost ironic. It took Gabriel a long time and plenty of coaxing to feel comfortable enough with Jack to open up and be vulnerable with him and now here he is being literally pushed away. If he weren't so emotionally invested in all of this he'd laugh.)
"Fuck you." He tries to have some bite to it but absolutely fails, getting something short of wet and emotional instead. He wants to be angry, to be offended or anything but just hurt. Anything but wanting to apologize for things he didn't even do that helped turn his husband into whatever the hell he is now. Maybe Jack's rubbed off on him more than he realized because all he really wants is to fix this. He isn't even sure what that would entail, let alone if it's even possible. More than anything he doesn't want Jack Morrison to become the man he's clinging onto.
Slow, steady breaths. Clenching his fists into the worn fabric of 76's jacket. None of it's nearly enough time to collect himself fully, but it is just enough to let him talk without dipping into the waterworks, for whatever that's worth.
"I'm not going to kill you." He'll never be able to get the sound of that resigned request out of his head if the way it keeps playing in the back of his mind is any indication. Even just acknowledging it to deny it is enough to keep him rooted in place. "I wouldn't. I love you, you asshole." Just because he's upset in about every possible way doesn't make it any less true.
fair point. there's no hope of even getting store credit from this mess.
"Fuck you." He tries to have some bite to it but absolutely fails, getting something short of wet and emotional instead. He wants to be angry, to be offended or anything but just hurt. Anything but wanting to apologize for things he didn't even do that helped turn his husband into whatever the hell he is now. Maybe Jack's rubbed off on him more than he realized because all he really wants is to fix this. He isn't even sure what that would entail, let alone if it's even possible. More than anything he doesn't want Jack Morrison to become the man he's clinging onto.
Slow, steady breaths. Clenching his fists into the worn fabric of 76's jacket. None of it's nearly enough time to collect himself fully, but it is just enough to let him talk without dipping into the waterworks, for whatever that's worth.
"I'm not going to kill you." He'll never be able to get the sound of that resigned request out of his head if the way it keeps playing in the back of his mind is any indication. Even just acknowledging it to deny it is enough to keep him rooted in place. "I wouldn't. I love you, you asshole." Just because he's upset in about every possible way doesn't make it any less true.