"Ugh, shove me off! I already have more stains than I should," he remarked, trying and failing to wrinkle his nose in disgust. He shifted, nestling closer to Gabe's leg and reaching down to tug up the excess blankets over his shoulder. It wasn't that he was cold, but more he wanted to be even more comfortable. "Don't you bat your eyelashes at me. I know your games, Reyes."
Their bond wasn't all about comfort, had never been that way. It was about supporting and pushing each other, finding the best way to better their situation and each other. Give and take, push and pull. He doubted he would have made through the SEP without Gabe challenging and pushing him when he was at his worst. Reyes was half his life, and he could never forget that.
"I know," he grumped, pulling the blankets up to half cover his face for a moment then dropping them down on his neck. He sighed. They had their roles, and they had their needs. Now everything was turned on its head, and it was much easier to think about what had been rather than what was in their future. "We're going to need disguises, assuming anyone would even recognize us anymore." They should find a way to cover their faces until they knew they were safe and could regroup. "You still have all those off-shore accounts? We should have enjoy funds assuming they aren't compromised, right?"
He didn't want to think about funerals. He also didn't want to miss them. How long before their families were forced to believe they were dead?
He hummed in agreement, body growing heavy again despite his discomfort. "You know my secrets more than I do sometimes." He opened his eyes at the brush to his cheek, turning his head enough to peer up at Gabe. "Don't get too sentimental on me, Reyes. You start pulling out the l-word again and I might cry."
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Date: 2019-05-17 10:36 pm (UTC)Their bond wasn't all about comfort, had never been that way. It was about supporting and pushing each other, finding the best way to better their situation and each other. Give and take, push and pull. He doubted he would have made through the SEP without Gabe challenging and pushing him when he was at his worst. Reyes was half his life, and he could never forget that.
"I know," he grumped, pulling the blankets up to half cover his face for a moment then dropping them down on his neck. He sighed. They had their roles, and they had their needs. Now everything was turned on its head, and it was much easier to think about what had been rather than what was in their future. "We're going to need disguises, assuming anyone would even recognize us anymore." They should find a way to cover their faces until they knew they were safe and could regroup. "You still have all those off-shore accounts? We should have enjoy funds assuming they aren't compromised, right?"
He didn't want to think about funerals. He also didn't want to miss them. How long before their families were forced to believe they were dead?
He hummed in agreement, body growing heavy again despite his discomfort. "You know my secrets more than I do sometimes." He opened his eyes at the brush to his cheek, turning his head enough to peer up at Gabe. "Don't get too sentimental on me, Reyes. You start pulling out the l-word again and I might cry."