Jack had to wonder if they were falling back on old times together, when it was them against the entire Omnic Assault Forces. They had been an army of two, and while it hadn't actually solved the issue until Overwatch had been forced, they had done good work; they had saved lives; they had pushed back the enemy. Now they might be back to that, an army of two, but the war that they were playing at was vastly different and the rules had changed.
A part of him didn't want time; that meant having to think, and he didn't want to consider what had just happened. He wanted to act, wanted to move, wanted to fight... but that was so ill-advised even he knew it. That didn't mean he wouldn't try.
He sighed out a frustrated sound, but Gabe was right. It might be his choice, but he knew where they would have to go in order to seem more legit. "Fine, we'll go lighter." At this point, he suspected it was going to happen on its own anyway. "I'll be silver by the time the week is out at this rate. Stress always does that to me." He did appreciate the kiss and the compliment, but he was honestly grappling with the sheer amount of wounds he had suffered from and how noticeable the scars on his face were going to be. He was going to be easily reported based on that alone. "Don't think we'll be setting up on dates anytime soon even if I am a silver fox."
He didn't mind Gabe pressing on healing wounds. God knew they both had enough of them that it was bound to happen, and he was comfortable melting against the older man's side, fingers stroking lightly up and down Gabe's bruised ribs.
"We've got each other's back, always have." It was easy to remind one another all that they had been through, all the fights, the disagreements but in the end, all the care and dedication that they had for one another. He kissed the side of Gabe's neck then rested his forehead there, feeling the gentle throb of Reyes' pulse point. "More than anything," he agreed.
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Date: 2019-05-18 09:17 pm (UTC)A part of him didn't want time; that meant having to think, and he didn't want to consider what had just happened. He wanted to act, wanted to move, wanted to fight... but that was so ill-advised even he knew it. That didn't mean he wouldn't try.
He sighed out a frustrated sound, but Gabe was right. It might be his choice, but he knew where they would have to go in order to seem more legit. "Fine, we'll go lighter." At this point, he suspected it was going to happen on its own anyway. "I'll be silver by the time the week is out at this rate. Stress always does that to me." He did appreciate the kiss and the compliment, but he was honestly grappling with the sheer amount of wounds he had suffered from and how noticeable the scars on his face were going to be. He was going to be easily reported based on that alone. "Don't think we'll be setting up on dates anytime soon even if I am a silver fox."
He didn't mind Gabe pressing on healing wounds. God knew they both had enough of them that it was bound to happen, and he was comfortable melting against the older man's side, fingers stroking lightly up and down Gabe's bruised ribs.
"We've got each other's back, always have." It was easy to remind one another all that they had been through, all the fights, the disagreements but in the end, all the care and dedication that they had for one another. He kissed the side of Gabe's neck then rested his forehead there, feeling the gentle throb of Reyes' pulse point. "More than anything," he agreed.