If the world had known, he knew they would have been in more danger than they were then. Their love lives were amusing speculation for some people, though he and Gabe were painfully private with it, never fielding questions about who they saw or their status. They had each other, and that's all that mattered to him. They always found the time for one another even under the mounting press of their duties.
"But even you could admit you'd be a good father," he reflected softly. They had, in their own way, wanted a family of their own, but the exposure would have been too much. Their lives weren't stable enough for a family, though god knew there were enough orphan children to have as their own. It just had never been in the cards. "You remember I refused, remember? I didn't know her enough for such an honour," he replied with a shake of his head. She had been Gabe's squeeze, not his. "As if you could get rid of me. You would never be without; you could have just friend-zoned me." Ha, like that would happen. They liked to pin each other to random places too much and that always got out of hand in the best possible way.
He stared at Gabe for a moment then slowly reached up to touched the lines of sutures in his face. There were many more across his body too, but these ones seemed most likely to go first. "You wouldn't. Popping one stitch isn't going to blow the whole thing open!" Just setting up for another one of their bickering matches.
He looked at the MRE, considered what he should do and what he could do and sighed. "Share one. I think I would be sick if I ate one by myself," he reflect. They should start slow and work their way up to full meals again. Being impaled on rebar meant they were continually fighting infection and that did a number on one's appetite. "Has it been eight hours already? I feel like a druggie at this rate."
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Date: 2019-06-15 01:47 pm (UTC)"But even you could admit you'd be a good father," he reflected softly. They had, in their own way, wanted a family of their own, but the exposure would have been too much. Their lives weren't stable enough for a family, though god knew there were enough orphan children to have as their own. It just had never been in the cards. "You remember I refused, remember? I didn't know her enough for such an honour," he replied with a shake of his head. She had been Gabe's squeeze, not his. "As if you could get rid of me. You would never be without; you could have just friend-zoned me." Ha, like that would happen. They liked to pin each other to random places too much and that always got out of hand in the best possible way.
He stared at Gabe for a moment then slowly reached up to touched the lines of sutures in his face. There were many more across his body too, but these ones seemed most likely to go first. "You wouldn't. Popping one stitch isn't going to blow the whole thing open!" Just setting up for another one of their bickering matches.
He looked at the MRE, considered what he should do and what he could do and sighed. "Share one. I think I would be sick if I ate one by myself," he reflect. They should start slow and work their way up to full meals again. Being impaled on rebar meant they were continually fighting infection and that did a number on one's appetite. "Has it been eight hours already? I feel like a druggie at this rate."