Cooler heads were supposed to prevail, but the water wasn't exactly helping with that, not as it poured over him unevenly, the stream not of best quality but it was warm and washed away the filth that covered him slow but sure. His hair might even be back to some odd silvering blond by the time he bothered to step out of it. Maybe.
He knew it was stupid to run off, but he wanted to, needed to. Gabriel was his everything, especially now. If the road was closed for the man in future, he had no idea what the way back was. His only course seemed to be trying to head it off, but it was reckless. He still thought he could do it, could make it, could trick the snipers.
It didn't matter in the end, did it? Cut off from his bond, life honestly lost most of its meaning. Unprepared for it as he had been, injured and broken, nauseous and worn thin... it weighed on him more than usual. Yet another loss, even if it wasn't permanent.
He reached up, slowly rubbing a hand through his hair and wincing, the broken knuckles lighting fire down his fingers. He punched the tiles in the bathroom hard, undoing all of his previous work resetting them. Just to feel anything at all.
He slowly washed one handed, letting the broken one hang by his side. He didn't end up staying too long in the shower, not about to stand under cold water so when it was heading that way, he finished up and shut off the tap. He stood silent and miserable, letting himself drip dry for a few minutes before deciding on an off-white towel and had dubious stains that had been unsuccessfully removed. He basically threw the towel on his head and another around his waist.
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He knew it was stupid to run off, but he wanted to, needed to. Gabriel was his everything, especially now. If the road was closed for the man in future, he had no idea what the way back was. His only course seemed to be trying to head it off, but it was reckless. He still thought he could do it, could make it, could trick the snipers.
It didn't matter in the end, did it? Cut off from his bond, life honestly lost most of its meaning. Unprepared for it as he had been, injured and broken, nauseous and worn thin... it weighed on him more than usual. Yet another loss, even if it wasn't permanent.
He reached up, slowly rubbing a hand through his hair and wincing, the broken knuckles lighting fire down his fingers. He punched the tiles in the bathroom hard, undoing all of his previous work resetting them. Just to feel anything at all.
He slowly washed one handed, letting the broken one hang by his side. He didn't end up staying too long in the shower, not about to stand under cold water so when it was heading that way, he finished up and shut off the tap. He stood silent and miserable, letting himself drip dry for a few minutes before deciding on an off-white towel and had dubious stains that had been unsuccessfully removed. He basically threw the towel on his head and another around his waist.