76 instinctively growls at the idea of being stripped vulnerable in front of Gabriel, without his armour to protect him and hide him from the other's scrutiny. All of him wants to say no, wants to fight until he's free again, but he's so fucking tired that his body has all but given up on him, the tremors hidden under lays of leather and kevlar. "You have to be joking."
“Have you seen yourself?” Or smelled himself, even? In other words; Gabriel was absolutely not joking.
He stands up, holding a hand out to 76. “You can either let me lead you to the bathroom and get you a fresh set of clothes or we can do this the hard way.” Gabriel was sure he already knew his answer but he didn’t want it said he didn’t at least try. If he had to drag him kicking and screaming and throw him into the shower then so be it.
76 looks at Gabriel for a long time, the hand that's been offered to him, even with his blurry vision that leaves 76 with only an impression of what Gabriel looks like now. Now more than ever, 76 misses his visor not only so he could see clearly but also to hide his own expression, the pained and wounded curl to his lips and the damage that's been split across his face in jagged scars.
"I try not to look these days." 76 tells Reyes honestly, "Spent too long caring about all that shit in the past and don't have any time for it now."
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He stands up, holding a hand out to 76. “You can either let me lead you to the bathroom and get you a fresh set of clothes or we can do this the hard way.” Gabriel was sure he already knew his answer but he didn’t want it said he didn’t at least try. If he had to drag him kicking and screaming and throw him into the shower then so be it.
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"I try not to look these days." 76 tells Reyes honestly, "Spent too long caring about all that shit in the past and don't have any time for it now."