"My family is small, and my parents would shut down any inquiries," he replied carefully, not about to put any blame on the Reyes family. However, Gabe's extended family was massive and some where likely not going to understand the implications of asking about if the news was true. Gabe and Jack kept their bond very close-lipped to their direct family only. "People will talk. Friends of our families will talk. You're well-known... and I can't let them do this to your good name." He cared because Gabe was his bond and he needed to protect Reyes as part of his investment into their deep bond.
It was fruitless, and he knew it. If he tried to leave, he'd literally be dragging Reyes with him. It wasn't a risk he would take. He would willingly throw himself into the fire to stop this from happening, but he wasn't about to risk putting his bond out there as well. The two of them might be strongest when together, but even he knew they were a mess and not a functioning team.
"Numbers don't matter to me... I'll fight, and I'll show them that you had nothing to do with this," he murmured, having to bite his lower lip to not hiccup a dry sob. "It's not a suicide mission. I need to do this... I can't let them get away with this." He tried to jerk from Gabe's arms now that he had sunk to the floor, to crawl away even if a burning in his side already meant he had probably popped at least one stitch.
"How can I be a good bond to you if I let you be thrown under the bus like this? How can I protect you here if I can't even stand up for you out there? It's not fair." He punched the floor once, twice and a third time.
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Date: 2019-07-08 04:36 pm (UTC)It was fruitless, and he knew it. If he tried to leave, he'd literally be dragging Reyes with him. It wasn't a risk he would take. He would willingly throw himself into the fire to stop this from happening, but he wasn't about to risk putting his bond out there as well. The two of them might be strongest when together, but even he knew they were a mess and not a functioning team.
"Numbers don't matter to me... I'll fight, and I'll show them that you had nothing to do with this," he murmured, having to bite his lower lip to not hiccup a dry sob. "It's not a suicide mission. I need to do this... I can't let them get away with this." He tried to jerk from Gabe's arms now that he had sunk to the floor, to crawl away even if a burning in his side already meant he had probably popped at least one stitch.
"How can I be a good bond to you if I let you be thrown under the bus like this? How can I protect you here if I can't even stand up for you out there? It's not fair." He punched the floor once, twice and a third time.