Jack honestly couldn't fathom how much longer they had to go. He had slept yesterday, and they had both hit the point of exhaustion. He knew that they would continue to suffer as they tracked their way to where Gabriel was taking them, but he took some solace knowing that his bond was resting. He needed that to convince himself to keep his eyes open right now and hopefully for the rest of the day.

Paranoia was a powerful thing, and the idea of failure here and now was unacceptable.

His hand continued to stroke Gabe's shoulders and then moved up to cup and stroke the back of his bond's head, watching his damaged fingers slide over equally damaged flesh. He sighed heavily and shifted slightly to find a bit more of a comfortable position where he sat. He made no effort at all to wake his bond either, letting Gabe sleep as long as physically possible.