It took Jack a few minutes to realize that aside from the rustling shower curtain that there was no sound of water flowing. Not even of the tap to make him think that Gabe was rinsing himself down by hand, and even though the link between them seemed about the same, he slowly lifted his head from where he was uncomfortably situated on the bed. Still no sound of water. Was he not washing?
It didn't yet occur to him that Reyes was pouting in the bathroom because he wouldn't agree to eat. It also didn't occur to him that he might be pouting on the bed for being left alone.
He strained his ears to hear sounds of distress, didn't hear any aside from someone yelling in a different room, but he was slowly gathering himself. He managed to get to his hands and knees and crawl across Gabe's side, in such focus of finding out where the tank of oxygen was and the associated mask that he fell right out of bed and landed on his back. God that carpet had no give to it whatsoever.
He lay groaning softly to himself before managing to roll over to use the bed to haul himself up to his feet again, tottering his way to the bathroom and peer in at Gabe.
Gabriel Reyes. Laying on the clean side of a shower curtain. In an empty tub. Haggard and beat to shit. Using distance to punish him.
"...you could have just brought a bucket to the side of the bed if you were worried about puking..."
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Date: 2019-05-21 04:20 am (UTC)It didn't yet occur to him that Reyes was pouting in the bathroom because he wouldn't agree to eat. It also didn't occur to him that he might be pouting on the bed for being left alone.
He strained his ears to hear sounds of distress, didn't hear any aside from someone yelling in a different room, but he was slowly gathering himself. He managed to get to his hands and knees and crawl across Gabe's side, in such focus of finding out where the tank of oxygen was and the associated mask that he fell right out of bed and landed on his back. God that carpet had no give to it whatsoever.
He lay groaning softly to himself before managing to roll over to use the bed to haul himself up to his feet again, tottering his way to the bathroom and peer in at Gabe.
Gabriel Reyes. Laying on the clean side of a shower curtain. In an empty tub. Haggard and beat to shit. Using distance to punish him.
"...you could have just brought a bucket to the side of the bed if you were worried about puking..."