Could and would be time for that later, hold Jack as long as he wanted and likely longer out of Gabriel's own need and want to keep him close. Hold him close, just sit with him and take whatever comfort could be taken while giving every bit in return that he could. Needed Jack, needed to be sure he was safe and taken care of first. His priority for himself was just keeping himself moving until he could be sure of that much.
"I wouldn't be surprised, throat feels raw," and all he could taste was blood. Most of that was likely due to the fact he was still spitting out blood, but at least it wasn't filling his mouth as much as before. Wasn't sure if that was a good or bad sign, and right now he'd take whatever he could get.
Kept a hand on Jack as they walked, supporting him as well as himself, only letting go once he had to walk towards the door to go in. Having to part and taking strength to at least come off as drunk rather than injured. Jacket zipped up and hood pulled up enough to shadow his face, enough dust and dirt washed off his face from the rain to look like it wasn't out of the ordinary.
Got the clerk's attention, only spoke enough to give the appearance he was possibly drunk off his ass, but there was some money to flash. Paying for a few hours up front, saying what he needed and how, putting up a damn act and sinking in to some quick role. Drunk trying to get a hotel for a fuck, and probably to sleep it off after along with that.
Things went well enough, no questions asked and some exchange of payment -only remembered grabbing a wallet from inside the ambulance to get money- and got himself a set of keys and room number. Staggering his way out and catching Jack's attention to get him to follow along, a flash of a keycard and hell if he didn't unlock that sleazy motel door quicker than he'd ever done before, dragging Jack inside and locking it behind him.
Pulling whatever curtains and shutters he needed, locking down and shutting out the world while he was still on his feet.
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Date: 2019-05-05 01:13 am (UTC)"I wouldn't be surprised, throat feels raw," and all he could taste was blood. Most of that was likely due to the fact he was still spitting out blood, but at least it wasn't filling his mouth as much as before. Wasn't sure if that was a good or bad sign, and right now he'd take whatever he could get.
Kept a hand on Jack as they walked, supporting him as well as himself, only letting go once he had to walk towards the door to go in. Having to part and taking strength to at least come off as drunk rather than injured. Jacket zipped up and hood pulled up enough to shadow his face, enough dust and dirt washed off his face from the rain to look like it wasn't out of the ordinary.
Got the clerk's attention, only spoke enough to give the appearance he was possibly drunk off his ass, but there was some money to flash. Paying for a few hours up front, saying what he needed and how, putting up a damn act and sinking in to some quick role. Drunk trying to get a hotel for a fuck, and probably to sleep it off after along with that.
Things went well enough, no questions asked and some exchange of payment -only remembered grabbing a wallet from inside the ambulance to get money- and got himself a set of keys and room number. Staggering his way out and catching Jack's attention to get him to follow along, a flash of a keycard and hell if he didn't unlock that sleazy motel door quicker than he'd ever done before, dragging Jack inside and locking it behind him.
Pulling whatever curtains and shutters he needed, locking down and shutting out the world while he was still on his feet.