"No, it's not better, it's worse," so much fucking worse, "but you know it's a reality we have to keep in mind." Gut wrenching as the thought was, laced with something bitter and just... numb? He had suspected it for so long, and he knew Jack had to as well after some of their talks and arguments. Frustration of being unable to do a thing because only traces could be sniffed out rather than anything solid that a search could be launched from. "Won't risk you either."

Troubled him at night while he slept, but he could compartmentalize it all to help keep pushing forward; for better or worse. It wore at him, always did and always would, but he had to keep moving forward. Cling to what wasn't lost. "What's the point when the bed isn't that clean?" Maybe wash his face and hair at least- "Think we both should at least get hair and face. Better to not attract looks when we move," had to get more clothing. Fingers lightly brushing through Jack's air-

"We will, hit up a drugstore and get in and out as quick as possible. Whatever we need to do, for us both."

Didn't doubt there'd be days after this where they did nothing but eat and sleep, needed it. Take a while to feel it do any good, but at least they could have that peace in one of the unlisted bunkers. Give them a chance, take up stock with what was there.

Gabriel was quiet for a moment, not looking at Jack even as fingers still curled through his hair- "... we need to turn on the tv and look at what news is hitting."