"I can wait, yeah," he remarked because he was in no hurry to expose how damaged he was, how much they had survived. Yes, he wanted the memories that were associated with their filth off of him, but he knew it would reveal a whole other set of troubling indication of their struggles. "I figure sunglasses and a hoodie, I can keep a low profile enough for us to get out of town." He knew that Gabriel was a master of disguises, even if it felt kind of wrong that it would be him wearing one. He was so used to being the in the public's eye. "All I care about is making it out safe with you; I don't care what I look like to do that."
He felt the weight of reservation to what would be on the television, but he knew better than to go outside blind in the morning. They had to know somewhat what they were dealing with. His concern was that he would already be overwhelmed with the images of their life's work shown as rubble, aware of the numbers of people that were in that Watchpoint. It was better to get it over with.
He slowly nodded, lifting his head up Gabe's shoulder enough to be able to look at the dark television on the dresser for a moment then glanced at the remote. He reached out beyond Reyes to pick it up from the nightstand and turn the television on. "Maybe we should wait to eat first..."
It turned out that it wouldn't matter. The limited channels were all covering the disaster at Overwatch Watchpoint and the static-y images painted the screen. Flames, rubble, emergency crews digging through it all in search of people. Media commentating on the disaster that all political countries were calling a terrorist attack from within.
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Date: 2019-07-01 05:20 pm (UTC)He felt the weight of reservation to what would be on the television, but he knew better than to go outside blind in the morning. They had to know somewhat what they were dealing with. His concern was that he would already be overwhelmed with the images of their life's work shown as rubble, aware of the numbers of people that were in that Watchpoint. It was better to get it over with.
He slowly nodded, lifting his head up Gabe's shoulder enough to be able to look at the dark television on the dresser for a moment then glanced at the remote. He reached out beyond Reyes to pick it up from the nightstand and turn the television on. "Maybe we should wait to eat first..."
It turned out that it wouldn't matter. The limited channels were all covering the disaster at Overwatch Watchpoint and the static-y images painted the screen. Flames, rubble, emergency crews digging through it all in search of people. Media commentating on the disaster that all political countries were calling a terrorist attack from within.