As he wavered, he felt distantly safe that he had assured Gabe's survival. He had done his part, done whatever he could to keep the older man safe or at least on the road to healing up again. He was shaking, pale complexion absolutely white by this point, and the only reason that he remained upright at all was because Gabe actually turned around to capture him before he could slump over.
"Yeah... I'll lay down," he mumbled, though he personally made no effort with spreading out any towel. The most he could manage was his teeth chattering and keeping himself seated until it was spread and then he was practically oozing onto the towel. It felt good to lay down, he thought. It wasn't any warmer and he was so damn cold. He couldn't feel his bloody fingers or his wet toes at this point. Hell, he couldn't even spare the energy to think if he felt anything from the knee down anymore.
He wanted Gabe to do what he could, not push things too far, but that very notion managed the slightest of smiles on his lips. Of course Gabe would push it, as dedicated to him as he was to Reyes. The dark neat writing of Gabe's name stood out stark against his pale skin, as all near death situations brought about. "...don't worry about making me pretty again... I'm done with photo-shoots..."
An attempt at humour, even if his voice made it flat and sad. He knew his face was chewed up anyway. No point regretting any of that.
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Date: 2019-05-07 02:51 am (UTC)"Yeah... I'll lay down," he mumbled, though he personally made no effort with spreading out any towel. The most he could manage was his teeth chattering and keeping himself seated until it was spread and then he was practically oozing onto the towel. It felt good to lay down, he thought. It wasn't any warmer and he was so damn cold. He couldn't feel his bloody fingers or his wet toes at this point. Hell, he couldn't even spare the energy to think if he felt anything from the knee down anymore.
He wanted Gabe to do what he could, not push things too far, but that very notion managed the slightest of smiles on his lips. Of course Gabe would push it, as dedicated to him as he was to Reyes. The dark neat writing of Gabe's name stood out stark against his pale skin, as all near death situations brought about. "...don't worry about making me pretty again... I'm done with photo-shoots..."
An attempt at humour, even if his voice made it flat and sad. He knew his face was chewed up anyway. No point regretting any of that.