"Of course I see that!" Mind had already raced all of the possible stories, and the only one that fit the most was scapegoating him and Blackwatch as a whole and martyring Jack because of how hard he'd still been fighting for the right thing so very publicly. Trying to ease the fears of the public despite outcries for his head and the end of Overwatch. There was no possible way that he could be painted as some villain of any story.
Gabriel was the one who fit that role better, him and whoever was left of Blackwatch with their existence being public knowledge now. A rebellion from within, an argument likely turned towards physical fighting—
The next words were far more stressed, "The injuries would give you away." There was no way for him to slip in unnoticed, or to hide how injured he was. No one in their right mind would miss any EMT or any other disguise Jack could come up with that badly injured as anything but out of place.
Fingers curled around Jack's wrist once he was close again, but he wasn't fighting him or the placement of the oxygen mask. Eyes locked on to his face again, there on the floor, lung and sides burning from it all. "To catch your attention," knock him out of his train of thought and listen, because it was so very rare that Gabriel ever used his full name, let alone called him John.
Bruising and so very obvious popped stitches with how much blood had soaked through bandages just below there. Had done something stupid, the both of them, but it was just how both of them were in such stressful and high-emotion situations wasn't it.
"In my blood." The dramatics, and a morbid joke all in one right there.
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Date: 2019-07-14 10:59 pm (UTC)Gabriel was the one who fit that role better, him and whoever was left of Blackwatch with their existence being public knowledge now. A rebellion from within, an argument likely turned towards physical fighting—
The next words were far more stressed, "The injuries would give you away." There was no way for him to slip in unnoticed, or to hide how injured he was. No one in their right mind would miss any EMT or any other disguise Jack could come up with that badly injured as anything but out of place.
Fingers curled around Jack's wrist once he was close again, but he wasn't fighting him or the placement of the oxygen mask. Eyes locked on to his face again, there on the floor, lung and sides burning from it all. "To catch your attention," knock him out of his train of thought and listen, because it was so very rare that Gabriel ever used his full name, let alone called him John.
Bruising and so very obvious popped stitches with how much blood had soaked through bandages just below there. Had done something stupid, the both of them, but it was just how both of them were in such stressful and high-emotion situations wasn't it.
"In my blood." The dramatics, and a morbid joke all in one right there.