In the state they were in when they had met, Jack would have suggested that they keep it a secret. There was no telling if a bond would have automatically rejected him from the soldier enhancement program, since Gabe had already been through part of the questionable process when he had arrived. As selfish as it was, he wasn't going to risk this program for a bond where Reyes had already succeeded the program. It seemed justified that he too would make it, that Gabe would drag him through it for them to be bonded together. Their secret had been kept to limit the danger to them both in the end, and it had worked for well over twenty years.
"We would have had the kid raised by our families. War is no place for a child, and with our missions being a constant, it wasn't fair." Still, Jack had only admitted it to Gabe that he had wanted a family at some point. He had instead fatherly raised the ranks of Overwatch instead, his outlet for a family taken there when it was clear they would never have one of their own. It wasn't as retirement suited either of them. "She has a good heart; I can see why you cared for her." At the story of being fucked in the back of his truck, he had to laugh and that hurt but he was going to enjoy it anyway. "Weren't we out there to mend a fence? God, the sounds you made against that horse blanket..."
He looked uncomfortable, looking aside. He figured the others would hold; he was betting on them holding. "They won't? You're stitching was too good to just fall apart." That was a compliment. So Gabe would stop threatening to stitch him up again.
He hummed, turning his head to view the water now that their MRE was warming up and would be ready to eat in a few minutes. His palm stroked down one of Gabe's arms before leaving so he could reach out for a glass of water and pulled it to his chest, leaving the second one for Gabe. "You still look flushed with fever. As much as I hate antibiotics, we should keep up with them. How's your pain?"
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Date: 2019-06-16 01:01 am (UTC)"We would have had the kid raised by our families. War is no place for a child, and with our missions being a constant, it wasn't fair." Still, Jack had only admitted it to Gabe that he had wanted a family at some point. He had instead fatherly raised the ranks of Overwatch instead, his outlet for a family taken there when it was clear they would never have one of their own. It wasn't as retirement suited either of them. "She has a good heart; I can see why you cared for her." At the story of being fucked in the back of his truck, he had to laugh and that hurt but he was going to enjoy it anyway. "Weren't we out there to mend a fence? God, the sounds you made against that horse blanket..."
He looked uncomfortable, looking aside. He figured the others would hold; he was betting on them holding. "They won't? You're stitching was too good to just fall apart." That was a compliment. So Gabe would stop threatening to stitch him up again.
He hummed, turning his head to view the water now that their MRE was warming up and would be ready to eat in a few minutes. His palm stroked down one of Gabe's arms before leaving so he could reach out for a glass of water and pulled it to his chest, leaving the second one for Gabe. "You still look flushed with fever. As much as I hate antibiotics, we should keep up with them. How's your pain?"