76 doesn't get hangovers anymore. Not since SEP boosted his system into over gear, overclocking all his organs, had Jack even managed to stay drunk for longer than an hour, or if he pushed it, two.
Given the circumstances, 76 thinks he's pushed it too far. Cairo was in the past but the horror of Ana's revelation of who Reaper truly was is still a fresh, bleeding wound for 76 to pick at, and pick he does. Gabriel Reyes, a name he hadn't heard in years, one that still manages to tear him limb from limb and make 76's throat tighten threateningly. He won't cry, can't cry, something like that-- and he'll blame it on Zurich if he has to.
Groaning and raising himself onto his hands and knees, 76 scrapes a gloved hand through his white hair, visor still firmly in place and hiding him from sight. He's lucky he didn't vomit in this thing again because last time he did that, 76 spent days trying to get chunks out of the air filter. Fuck, where the hell even is he? Ana would kill him, but even if he'd only woken up just a few seconds ago, 76 is already craving the hair of the dog that bit him.
idk where he should be so boop, let's plop him right into Gabe's life
He'd gone into their room to get something-- nothing important, just something he realized he'd left there at some point throughout the day. He hardly expects Jack to still be in bed. Sure, it's early, but Jack always has a mountain of work on his plate and he's lucky to get him to stay in bed until sunrise most mornings.
So when he walks in and notices someone on the bed he's surprised at first, concerned and wondering if Jack is feeling alright.
Until he notices it's not Jack.
He doesn't know who it is, can hardly gets a good look at the person, but he knows it's a stranger in their room. He freezes, calculating in his mind where he keeps his personal gun and if he'd have time to get it before the other person can make a move. It doesn't seem like they've noticed him, doesn't even seem like they're very awake, but Gabriel knows better than to take chances; not just anyone can sneak into the building, let alone their living quarters.
There's no way he can sneak over to the drawer it's in, he's always had too heavy a step for that, so instead he makes a quick move to the side of the room their dresser is at.
"Don't fucking move." He steels himself, not taking the eyes off this person as he opens the drawer and fishes it out. (Jack had always told him he was being paranoid, that if they needed a gun in their room then the problem was more than a gun could solve anyway; even if he could respect the desire to be safe rather than sorry. In some odd part of the back of Gabriel's mind he can't help but think of how later he'll tell him I fucking told you.)
bless. also sorry i had to slam out a term paper thats due in 3 hours (sweat)
76 groans at the noise, the banging, the inarticulate voice coming from behind him. Hell, where is his pulse rifle? It's been years since 76 allowed anyone be close to him besides Ana, and even that was a fluke-- there's no way 76 actually brought someone home with him no matter how heartsick and shitty he felt. His paranoia and guilt lead him to isolation which, in theory, lead him to safety, or at least the safety of everyone who remained that he still loved.
Same thing, if he's honest with himself.
"Shut up," 76 growls, leaning back on his haunches and tipping his head back as he stretches out his neck and back. Damn, he feels old. Can't get drunk yet feels like he got hit with a battering ram anyways. It's un-fucking-fair, but when has anything in his life been fair? "If you're going to shot me, do it. I got places to be that ain't here with you."
oh noo ;o; nw pal, glad you got it done! hope you ace it!!
Gabriel narrows his eyes, hand on his gun but not shooting. He's not threatened, not yet. No more than he was when he first walked in the room, at least.
Mostly the odd reaction throws him for a loop.
There's a hundred questions swimming around his head and that answers exactly none of them.
"Who the hell are you and why are you in my room?" He's annoyed sure, weary most definitely, but he can't help but also be curious. It's almost as if he's stumbled into here on accident but that's... just not possible. There's no way he'd have gotten into the building, through the halls, up the elevator, through the even more restricted access wings, and into his room. What the actual fuck? No way he's letting this guy just waltz out without getting some answers.
((ooc: WHOOPS SORRY didn't mean to do that with my d.va account lmao))
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76 finally opens his eyes, neural implants kicking in and jolting his synapses with electricity, making him grunt in irritation in pain as visual data pours directly into his visual cortex. The place looks hauntingly familiar but 76 isn't interested in why and more interested in getting the hell out of here. Not yet looking at the intruder who declares that 76 is the real intruder, 76 finds his feet and is glad to see he's still fully dressed. He's sure he reeks of sweat, blood, booze, and nicotine-- probably vomit and piss too, if he's being honest, but he's grown immune to those scents given the places he usually holes up in and the company he mainly keeps (namely, himself).
"No one you need to know. Now get outta my way." 76 can feel the man standing between him and the door. Even with his back turned, 76 knows making a break for it will just end in a physical altercation.
at least it's over and done with! (sorry for late reply, work kicked my ass something fierce)
Gabriel raises the gun again, standing his ground. Apparently this jackass is as good at following directions as he is at answering questions.
"I don't think you realize the shit you're in." Maybe he should be more intimidated, just the fact this person is here at all and acting so damn calm should be worrying, but he's more annoyed than threatened. He has shit to do today and now deal with this batshit stranger, wash the sheets, and air out the room are on the list. Great.
76 finally turns to look at the man threatening him, the red visual readout supplying the cross hairs across the mans face as it runs through his facial recognition algorithm for him.
To say that it pings a shadow from 76's long dead past is a surprise is to put it mildly. Outwardly, 76 shows nothing, but inwardly he freezes, heart all but stopping in his chest as memories are dredged up through the painful rubble of the past. Gabriel, before Zurich, Gabriel, his husband, Gabriel, the love of his life, Gabriel, the man he failed. Gabriel, who hates him now.
This must be a nightmare. 76 is used to those, but they always hurt.
76's silent is telling as he just stops and stares at the other man, his hands lax at his side and his breathing stuttering for just a split second before 76 returns to himself. Right, nightmare. Not real. "Is that so, Reyes?"
Gabriel tries not to flinch, it's not unheard of for his name to be known even if his work isn't public anymore. Still, he has to wonder if this infiltration is something personal now. Not that he's presented Gabriel with any motive thus far. (But then he's presented Gabriel with frustratingly little, so.)
"I'll ask you again; who are you and why are you here?" Security footage can answer how later, Gabriel is more interested in who and why.
"You tell me," 76 drawls, his hand on his sidearm, present on his person at all times ever since the Omnic Crisis. It's his security measure, to protect himself no matter what form that protection took. Right now, if he's in a dream, he has some play room with the single bullet found nuzzled in its chamber. "You're the one that brought me here."
Gabriel doesn't lower his gun, especially since it seems like the man is reaching for his own weapon now, but he doesn't bother to hide his expression. It's one hundred percent what the fuck? Sure, Blackwatch is behind some messed up stuff but he has nothing to do with whatever this is.
"I don't even know who you are." He should be telling him not to move or even think about drawing his weapon-- and Gabriel will insist later he only doesn't because he's confident he can handle it or at least shoot first, but honestly he's just beyond curious at this point.
Is this some kind of a prank? This seems like too much even for Jesse. Ana likes a good joke, sure, but this is hardly a good joke. He's not even sure stage a stranger to play dumb in his bedroom is even a joke at all. It's just a good way to get shot.
76 knows his subconscious loves to torment him about the monster he's become, casting aside everything that had once made him the golden commander of Overwatch and turning him into this-- a homeless vagrant, a vagabond, driven only by revenge and bloodlust. Of course Gabriel wouldn't recognize him in this state, 76 is nothing like the one Gabriel fell in love with, the one he'd recognize, of course. Fuck.
"Of course you don't," 76 steps forward, feeling as though Gabriel hasn't shot him yet meaning the man won't. "If you're lucky, you never will."
Gabriel doesn't shoot, if only because the other man hasn't drawn his own weapon. As annoying as this is, and Christ is it annoying, he doubts shooting will get his answers. And he'd rather not have blood to clean out of the carpet on top of everything else, if he can help it.
"The fuck is that suppose to mean?" He's more frustrated than threatened or on edge. "Knock off the cryptic bullshit."
Everything about this situation is so surreal. He almost wants to entertain the notion that he's dreaming but even that doesn't feel quite right. Nothing about this feels quite right.
Leave it to Gabriel to never know when to let something go, the man has a lock jaw that made him a unstoppable force on the field but almost insufferable off. 76 had come to love that about Gabriel, long ago, and he feels his heart ache at being faced with it once more.
There's a long, silent pause before 76 reaches up with both hands, the leather of his gloves creaking as he presses at the back of skull, behind his ears, unhooking his visor from his neural implants and releasing it from the base that was grafted into his jaw. Already his lungs are protesting the lack of filtered air and he pauses to cough, trying to force them back into cooperation-- and don't even get him started on his goddamn eyes; they may be as blue as they'd ever been, but he can barely make out shapes 6 inches in front of his face. Gabriel is just a smear of colour like this, but 76 still can pin where the other man is.
Gabriel waits, tightens his stance a little once the other man does finally move. When he reaches for his mask instead Gabriel eases up, though he'd be rolling his eyes if not for how tense the situation feels. Whoever this guy is has a flare for the dramatics if this is his way of answering questions.
Any back-of-his-mind snarky comments are lost once he sees his face, though. It's nothing like he knows it but he falters all the same. His mind is telling him that no, that's not even possible, what's this person's game? and yet Gabriel's gut is recoiling in horror at the idea of aiming a gun at his husband-- because those are definitely his eyes. Gabriel has spent more time than he'll ever admit staring into those gorgeous, too blue eyes. It's not even just that, though. As unfamiliar as the scars and the hair are there's plenty there that he does recognize; too much.
He's not even thinking straight when he lowers his weapon and just stares at him, mind already trying to find a way for this to make sense despite everything.
"Tell me something he'd-- only Jack would know." His voice is shakier than he'd like, because there's no going back from accepting that whatever this is; it's fucked up. And if he passes his on the fly little test, makes him believe him, then where does that leave Gabriel?
76 looks down at his own hands when Gabriel demands proof before laughing, self-deprecatingly, to himself. Dropping his visor to the ground, 76 brings his left hand glove up to his mouth and tears off the armoured glove, a glint of tarnished platinum catching what light there is in the room before 76 is pulling it off and tossing it on the floor before Gabriel.
It's the worst kind of proof he could have. He can't come up with an excuse or convoluted theory to explain away something tangible like this. He saw Jack, the one he knows best, not long ago. He knows he's still wearing it and yet here it is, the same goddamn ring.
He picks it up, gun set aside, and just turns it over in his hands. There's no denying what it is and that just makes his stomach sink.
There's no warning as Gabriel closes the gap, has no idea that 76 can't see him well, to return the ring and get a better look at him. Obviously too aged appearance aside he looks like shit; and that's probably putting it kindly.
"The fuck happened to you?" As if that's a singular question, as if he really expects an answer from the guy whose fought him for every scrap of information.
Except he does, because this isn't just some guy, this is Jack in some weird way. His Jack, if the ring he's awkwardly holding back out to him is any proof. (And he almost wishes it weren't, even as it undeniably is.)
He's confused as all fuck but more than that he's concerned. However he ended up here suddenly isn't all that important to him, the state of him and the cold way he addressed him (Reyes; Gabriel can barely remember the last time they were still on last name basis with one another) sending something like fear shooting through him.
76 jolts back when Gabriel rapidly approaches, his hand on his gun immediately and drawing it aiming it as close to between Gabriel's eyes as he can manage. "Not a step closer, Reaper." 76 hisses, eyes narrowed and instantly regretting taking off his visor-- what a dumbshit thing of him to do, a rookie fucking mistake that, of course, the enemy would prey upon. 76's pulse is in his throat, his blood racing through his veins making his head throb in agony. Would it be so bad to let Reaper kill him here?
Gabriel's blood runs cold and he puts his hands up slowly, too shocked to make any sudden movements.
"Jack, it's me. It's Gabe." He has no idea what he means by Reaper or what must be going through his head but he's not reaching back for his own gun; not now he knows. No matter how much instinct in him itches for it with a gun pointed at his face (and fuck, even the gun looks familiar) he can't bring himself to consider that.
So he can only assume there's some sort of dissonance going on. Jack wouldn't shoot him.
"I know. And I know who you really are, too." 76 growls, his voice all but a rumble as it passes through his ruined voice box-- damaged from accident after accident on the farm, the smoking habit he'd picked up there shortly after the first one, and then cemented by SEP, scarring the vocal cords beyond redemption. "I won't be made your fool any longer."
"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.
"How long, Reaper? How long did you pretend to be him before Zurich?" 76's aim is shaking now and those blue eyes are growing glossy, misty, and once again he wishes he had his visor to hide the tears that will inevitably pour down his cheeks once he starts talking about then and what a blind fool he'd been to everything Gabriel had done, the roads he'd taken, using 76's love as a shield to hide behind when the reports started being leaked.
Who is Reaper? What does he mean before Zurich? Damaged as his vocal chords are Gabriel can hear it in his voice but like hell he knows what to say to make it right.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm sorry." Gabriel hates feeling helpless. Loathes it. But he can't brute force his way out of this one and if there's anyone he can show a little weakness to it's his husband. (Even if he's not sure how accurate that is, but he hardly has the time to juggle that thought about with all the other ones. He can figure out the specifics later. Right now he knows it's Jack and that's enough, because it has to be.)
"How long!?" 76's voice breaks when he yells, snaps, when fury takes him over and makes him switch his finger from the guard to the trigger, "How long did you go behind my back?! How long did you use me?!" Husband or not, heartache or not, 76 demands answers that his dream cannot provide, the questions keeping him awake for the past 7 years. He had loved Gabriel Reyes with his entire soul, body, and mind, only to have Gabriel... turn. Did it start with O’Deorain? Or go further back from even then?
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.
Again, the pause between them is thick, tension coating every surface as 76's wheezing fills the air between them, his chest pumping oxygen into his blood desperately, but it's still not enough. 76 lowers his gun, coughing, bones rattling in his body as he tries so hard to focus through the rage. "I want to know things you'll never answer." 76 whispers, closing his eyes finally and choking back how much it hurts to hear Gabriel so upset.
"If you're going to kill me, do it. I'm tired of playing cat and mouse games with you, Reaper."
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Given the circumstances, 76 thinks he's pushed it too far. Cairo was in the past but the horror of Ana's revelation of who Reaper truly was is still a fresh, bleeding wound for 76 to pick at, and pick he does. Gabriel Reyes, a name he hadn't heard in years, one that still manages to tear him limb from limb and make 76's throat tighten threateningly. He won't cry, can't cry, something like that-- and he'll blame it on Zurich if he has to.
Groaning and raising himself onto his hands and knees, 76 scrapes a gloved hand through his white hair, visor still firmly in place and hiding him from sight. He's lucky he didn't vomit in this thing again because last time he did that, 76 spent days trying to get chunks out of the air filter. Fuck, where the hell even is he? Ana would kill him, but even if he'd only woken up just a few seconds ago, 76 is already craving the hair of the dog that bit him.
idk where he should be so boop, let's plop him right into Gabe's life
So when he walks in and notices someone on the bed he's surprised at first, concerned and wondering if Jack is feeling alright.
Until he notices it's not Jack.
He doesn't know who it is, can hardly gets a good look at the person, but he knows it's a stranger in their room. He freezes, calculating in his mind where he keeps his personal gun and if he'd have time to get it before the other person can make a move. It doesn't seem like they've noticed him, doesn't even seem like they're very awake, but Gabriel knows better than to take chances; not just anyone can sneak into the building, let alone their living quarters.
There's no way he can sneak over to the drawer it's in, he's always had too heavy a step for that, so instead he makes a quick move to the side of the room their dresser is at.
"Don't fucking move." He steels himself, not taking the eyes off this person as he opens the drawer and fishes it out. (Jack had always told him he was being paranoid, that if they needed a gun in their room then the problem was more than a gun could solve anyway; even if he could respect the desire to be safe rather than sorry. In some odd part of the back of Gabriel's mind he can't help but think of how later he'll tell him I fucking told you.)
bless. also sorry i had to slam out a term paper thats due in 3 hours (sweat)
Same thing, if he's honest with himself.
"Shut up," 76 growls, leaning back on his haunches and tipping his head back as he stretches out his neck and back. Damn, he feels old. Can't get drunk yet feels like he got hit with a battering ram anyways. It's un-fucking-fair, but when has anything in his life been fair? "If you're going to shot me, do it. I got places to be that ain't here with you."
oh noo ;o; nw pal, glad you got it done! hope you ace it!!
Mostly the odd reaction throws him for a loop.
There's a hundred questions swimming around his head and that answers exactly none of them.
"Who the hell are you and why are you in my room?" He's annoyed sure, weary most definitely, but he can't help but also be curious. It's almost as if he's stumbled into here on accident but that's... just not possible. There's no way he'd have gotten into the building, through the halls, up the elevator, through the even more restricted access wings, and into his room. What the actual fuck? No way he's letting this guy just waltz out without getting some answers.
((ooc: WHOOPS SORRY didn't mean to do that with my d.va account lmao))
(gym emoji) (fire emoji) i doubt i will this is My Worst Class but I got it done!!!!!!!!!
"No one you need to know. Now get outta my way." 76 can feel the man standing between him and the door. Even with his back turned, 76 knows making a break for it will just end in a physical altercation.
at least it's over and done with! (sorry for late reply, work kicked my ass something fierce)
"I don't think you realize the shit you're in." Maybe he should be more intimidated, just the fact this person is here at all and acting so damn calm should be worrying, but he's more annoyed than threatened. He has shit to do today and now deal with this batshit stranger, wash the sheets, and air out the room are on the list. Great.
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To say that it pings a shadow from 76's long dead past is a surprise is to put it mildly. Outwardly, 76 shows nothing, but inwardly he freezes, heart all but stopping in his chest as memories are dredged up through the painful rubble of the past. Gabriel, before Zurich, Gabriel, his husband, Gabriel, the love of his life, Gabriel, the man he failed. Gabriel, who hates him now.
This must be a nightmare. 76 is used to those, but they always hurt.
76's silent is telling as he just stops and stares at the other man, his hands lax at his side and his breathing stuttering for just a split second before 76 returns to himself. Right, nightmare. Not real. "Is that so, Reyes?"
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"I'll ask you again; who are you and why are you here?" Security footage can answer how later, Gabriel is more interested in who and why.
76 pls
lmao as if Gabe is much better here
"I don't even know who you are." He should be telling him not to move or even think about drawing his weapon-- and Gabriel will insist later he only doesn't because he's confident he can handle it or at least shoot first, but honestly he's just beyond curious at this point.
Is this some kind of a prank? This seems like too much even for Jesse. Ana likes a good joke, sure, but this is hardly a good joke. He's not even sure stage a stranger to play dumb in his bedroom is even a joke at all. It's just a good way to get shot.
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"Of course you don't," 76 steps forward, feeling as though Gabriel hasn't shot him yet meaning the man won't. "If you're lucky, you never will."
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"The fuck is that suppose to mean?" He's more frustrated than threatened or on edge. "Knock off the cryptic bullshit."
Everything about this situation is so surreal. He almost wants to entertain the notion that he's dreaming but even that doesn't feel quite right. Nothing about this feels quite right.
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There's a long, silent pause before 76 reaches up with both hands, the leather of his gloves creaking as he presses at the back of skull, behind his ears, unhooking his visor from his neural implants and releasing it from the base that was grafted into his jaw. Already his lungs are protesting the lack of filtered air and he pauses to cough, trying to force them back into cooperation-- and don't even get him started on his goddamn eyes; they may be as blue as they'd ever been, but he can barely make out shapes 6 inches in front of his face. Gabriel is just a smear of colour like this, but 76 still can pin where the other man is.
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Any back-of-his-mind snarky comments are lost once he sees his face, though. It's nothing like he knows it but he falters all the same. His mind is telling him that no, that's not even possible, what's this person's game? and yet Gabriel's gut is recoiling in horror at the idea of aiming a gun at his husband-- because those are definitely his eyes. Gabriel has spent more time than he'll ever admit staring into those gorgeous, too blue eyes. It's not even just that, though. As unfamiliar as the scars and the hair are there's plenty there that he does recognize; too much.
He's not even thinking straight when he lowers his weapon and just stares at him, mind already trying to find a way for this to make sense despite everything.
"Tell me something he'd-- only Jack would know." His voice is shakier than he'd like, because there's no going back from accepting that whatever this is; it's fucked up. And if he passes his on the fly little test, makes him believe him, then where does that leave Gabriel?
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"One of a kind."
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He picks it up, gun set aside, and just turns it over in his hands. There's no denying what it is and that just makes his stomach sink.
There's no warning as Gabriel closes the gap, has no idea that 76 can't see him well, to return the ring and get a better look at him. Obviously too aged appearance aside he looks like shit; and that's probably putting it kindly.
"The fuck happened to you?" As if that's a singular question, as if he really expects an answer from the guy whose fought him for every scrap of information.
Except he does, because this isn't just some guy, this is Jack in some weird way. His Jack, if the ring he's awkwardly holding back out to him is any proof. (And he almost wishes it weren't, even as it undeniably is.)
He's confused as all fuck but more than that he's concerned. However he ended up here suddenly isn't all that important to him, the state of him and the cold way he addressed him (Reyes; Gabriel can barely remember the last time they were still on last name basis with one another) sending something like fear shooting through him.
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"Jack, it's me. It's Gabe." He has no idea what he means by Reaper or what must be going through his head but he's not reaching back for his own gun; not now he knows. No matter how much instinct in him itches for it with a gun pointed at his face (and fuck, even the gun looks familiar) he can't bring himself to consider that.
So he can only assume there's some sort of dissonance going on. Jack wouldn't shoot 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.
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you're breaking my heart but also i love it
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm sorry." Gabriel hates feeling helpless. Loathes it. But he can't brute force his way out of this one and if there's anyone he can show a little weakness to it's his husband. (Even if he's not sure how accurate that is, but he hardly has the time to juggle that thought about with all the other ones. He can figure out the specifics later. Right now he knows it's Jack and that's enough, because it has to be.)
its what im best at (peace sign emoji)
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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.
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"If you're going to kill me, do it. I'm tired of playing cat and mouse games with you, Reaper."
sorry your gabe is broken but he's past warranty so no returns
jack voided the warranty a long time ago anyways
fair point. there's no hope of even getting store credit from this mess.
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Hopefully this date is about right, the overwatch timeline sure is something
the ovw timeline is basically calvinball
congrats jack that's not your gun anymore you can't have it back
:( its his safety blanket
too bad sit in the corner jack you're in time out
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