Jack growled from where he was positioned against Gabe's thigh, not exactly enjoying the teasing call out. "I know you're going to insist on washing me down, so fair's fair." Maybe he relaxed a bit more with the fingers against his scalp, humming low in his throat. "You want to lay down again? I can move." He didn't want to, but he would.
They were going to need today. Maybe in a little while, they could turn on the television and experience all new trauma by watching the rescue efforts and he wasn't certain he could take the idea of a freak gas leak or terrorist bombing or some other nonsense reason for the blast. He was going to have to prepare himself though, watch it all play out.
They had other things to worry about, keeping on the move, healing, tapping into funds that they had been squirreling away for years on Gabe's insistence. They could survive, but they would have to be careful and also would have to slip out of Switzerland with as little notice as possible. One day at a time he reasoned.
He had been running cover for Gabe to continue expanding the search, looking into Talon leads. God knows they hadn't been looking too deeply into their own people. Why would they? Now look where it had gotten them. "We both have been. We knew there had to be moles, but nothing high up enough to take us out, to pull the higher ups out of play." And Medical wasn't stupid; bonded pairs were very rare but they were known enough to be recognized; it was their bonding 'gift' that made them unique and promoted their survival. "Someone might have pieced it together, Gabe... or at least figured killing us both was the best way to eliminate a problem that would persist."
He curled his arm all the way around Gabe's leg carefully, not wanting to jar any wounds or bruises. "We spent enough time sleeping next to one another's bedside. Might have made it damn obvious that one time I climbed right in there with you and held your hand all night." Yeah, he hadn't always been smart when Gabe was clinging through the worst of it.
"Better not. I'll be mad at you," he rumbled, nuzzling Gabe's thigh carefully.
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They were going to need today. Maybe in a little while, they could turn on the television and experience all new trauma by watching the rescue efforts and he wasn't certain he could take the idea of a freak gas leak or terrorist bombing or some other nonsense reason for the blast. He was going to have to prepare himself though, watch it all play out.
They had other things to worry about, keeping on the move, healing, tapping into funds that they had been squirreling away for years on Gabe's insistence. They could survive, but they would have to be careful and also would have to slip out of Switzerland with as little notice as possible. One day at a time he reasoned.
He had been running cover for Gabe to continue expanding the search, looking into Talon leads. God knows they hadn't been looking too deeply into their own people. Why would they? Now look where it had gotten them. "We both have been. We knew there had to be moles, but nothing high up enough to take us out, to pull the higher ups out of play." And Medical wasn't stupid; bonded pairs were very rare but they were known enough to be recognized; it was their bonding 'gift' that made them unique and promoted their survival. "Someone might have pieced it together, Gabe... or at least figured killing us both was the best way to eliminate a problem that would persist."
He curled his arm all the way around Gabe's leg carefully, not wanting to jar any wounds or bruises. "We spent enough time sleeping next to one another's bedside. Might have made it damn obvious that one time I climbed right in there with you and held your hand all night." Yeah, he hadn't always been smart when Gabe was clinging through the worst of it.
"Better not. I'll be mad at you," he rumbled, nuzzling Gabe's thigh carefully.