He sighed softly, fingers massaging at Gabe's arm before offering a small pat. It would have been nice, house of their own, couple of kids, maybe a pet or two... but it wasn't a life they could have, was it? Too committed to duty and now... he suspected they were supposed to be dead, so no ability to risk it. "Would have been a nice thing, that. Just a dream though. People like us never seem to have that sort of thing." He forced himself to move, to lean in so he could rest against Gabe's broad back. "Always say the sweetest things, Reyes. You should have become a poet." He snorted softly, remembering that night fondly, how a single cow had nearly given them away. They probably weren't as sneaky as they thought they were either. "Loved to see you every time you came home with me."
Some of it was going to have to wait he knew. This clean up job was going to take more time then they actually had, so he knew for the first while, their faces and any exposed skin would be priority to keep down suspicions. "Feel like it might. We're both a mess." He shook his head slightly. "As long as I feel like my face is clean, I guess I'll be content." He tutted softly. "Don't get your incisions wet, isn't that what Angela says?"
He grunted and could only imagine the news on that. They make it out, dodge snipers and enemies and then succumb to infection like any other man. What a way to go. Too bad that wasn't going to happen on his watch. "You're too stubborn to die of infection, and I'm too stupid to." Blond moments and all that which he could yell out when he wanted to. "But we did make it, and we're going to survive. There's a whole mess to get to the bottom of. Talon is to blame for them. We both know it, and we'll emerge to lay out what evidence we have on their activities." Oh how wrong he would be.
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Date: 2019-06-18 01:38 pm (UTC)Some of it was going to have to wait he knew. This clean up job was going to take more time then they actually had, so he knew for the first while, their faces and any exposed skin would be priority to keep down suspicions. "Feel like it might. We're both a mess." He shook his head slightly. "As long as I feel like my face is clean, I guess I'll be content." He tutted softly. "Don't get your incisions wet, isn't that what Angela says?"
He grunted and could only imagine the news on that. They make it out, dodge snipers and enemies and then succumb to infection like any other man. What a way to go. Too bad that wasn't going to happen on his watch. "You're too stubborn to die of infection, and I'm too stupid to." Blond moments and all that which he could yell out when he wanted to. "But we did make it, and we're going to survive. There's a whole mess to get to the bottom of. Talon is to blame for them. We both know it, and we'll emerge to lay out what evidence we have on their activities." Oh how wrong he would be.