His breathing slowed not just because of the mask being put back in place, but from Jack's touch. Even if it still hurt to breathe, was a little more shallow than it should have been, he was outwardly relaxing even with the pounding of the door. Gaze back on Jack and softening as memories were crawling back from last night after things had literally exploded.
They were as safe as they could possibly be after all of that, the pain was from healing and not freshly inflicted wounds. Neither of them were buried under so much rubble, not actively losing so much blood despite the bloodied sheets and the smell of it still in his nose; the taste of it in his mouth.
Gabriel slowly slumped back in to that bed after Jack had gotten up, watching him and aware of how hard it was for him to move. Not stopping him, already up, and it would have been pointless to try and drag him back to bed and get up himself to do it. One of them was up, and it looked like Jack was going to take care of the knocking that he could feel in his own skull as well.
Quiet while it was handled, letting his eyes drift closed and listening, hands slowly moving as fingers curled over his head. Trying to breathe slow and deep, but only half managing—
"I feel it, and you look as shit as I feel," eyes opened again, hands moving to sort of prop himself up again, another reaching out to grasp at one of Jack's arms. "Probably, think this one is running dry." But he was still breathing, right?
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Date: 2019-05-13 03:51 am (UTC)They were as safe as they could possibly be after all of that, the pain was from healing and not freshly inflicted wounds. Neither of them were buried under so much rubble, not actively losing so much blood despite the bloodied sheets and the smell of it still in his nose; the taste of it in his mouth.
Gabriel slowly slumped back in to that bed after Jack had gotten up, watching him and aware of how hard it was for him to move. Not stopping him, already up, and it would have been pointless to try and drag him back to bed and get up himself to do it. One of them was up, and it looked like Jack was going to take care of the knocking that he could feel in his own skull as well.
Quiet while it was handled, letting his eyes drift closed and listening, hands slowly moving as fingers curled over his head. Trying to breathe slow and deep, but only half managing—
"I feel it, and you look as shit as I feel," eyes opened again, hands moving to sort of prop himself up again, another reaching out to grasp at one of Jack's arms. "Probably, think this one is running dry." But he was still breathing, right?