Despite himself, the explosion was so easily heard, what with the dogs that started barking and how a few lights went on. People were notoriously nosy even if they also didn't want to know. It was a fact of life down in the poverty-stricken areas, so he knew that at least the ambulance was going to be burnt out by the time anyone actually spared people to come and take a look. After all, the rain would contain the blaze from spreading.
He didn't need to look to know that quiet footfalls belonged the Reyes. He had learned a long time ago how to use their link as a measurement of how close they were, a skill that had become more important as he was stuck behind a desk and Reyes went on missions and covered more ground. He had a lot of time on his hands during paperwork and frustration to chew on, so he taught himself how to fine-tune knowing where Gabe was at all times, though he knew if Reyes wanted to, the older man could shut him out so he would only be aware of the fact his bond was alive.
He shook his head at the call of his name, trying and failing to bottle up his emotions. This wasn't the time or the place, and yet, he just kept at it, sagging under the weight of their supplies and wiping at his face as if the rain that poured down it were actual tears that needed to be wiped. He only succeeded in reopening the injuries on his face, but at this point, the bright spots of pain were needed to focus on anything but the crushing weight of everything that they had lost.
"...we need... to keep going," he managed to get out, forcing himself to straighten his spine and set his shoulders even if they continued to tremble. He knew Reyes was not in a state to stay out in the rain, not with a collapsed lung and god knew what other injuries. His priority was Gabe's safety, always had to be. God knew Gabe didn't take care of himself sometimes. "...I'm not dying in a pile of trash..."
He forced himself to reach out, grab Gabe's wrist and pull the older man along as he convinced himself into motion. He took them through several alleys, leaving behind the corpse, the ambulance, the life they had built. He walked until he knew he was about to actually collapse and looked at the seedy motel that was clearly 'charge by the hour' and looked at Reyes. "It's going to be here or in the streets. I can't go much further and neither can you."
Now the bigger question. "Who goes to get a room?" They were both disasters after all.
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Date: 2019-05-04 04:41 pm (UTC)He didn't need to look to know that quiet footfalls belonged the Reyes. He had learned a long time ago how to use their link as a measurement of how close they were, a skill that had become more important as he was stuck behind a desk and Reyes went on missions and covered more ground. He had a lot of time on his hands during paperwork and frustration to chew on, so he taught himself how to fine-tune knowing where Gabe was at all times, though he knew if Reyes wanted to, the older man could shut him out so he would only be aware of the fact his bond was alive.
He shook his head at the call of his name, trying and failing to bottle up his emotions. This wasn't the time or the place, and yet, he just kept at it, sagging under the weight of their supplies and wiping at his face as if the rain that poured down it were actual tears that needed to be wiped. He only succeeded in reopening the injuries on his face, but at this point, the bright spots of pain were needed to focus on anything but the crushing weight of everything that they had lost.
"...we need... to keep going," he managed to get out, forcing himself to straighten his spine and set his shoulders even if they continued to tremble. He knew Reyes was not in a state to stay out in the rain, not with a collapsed lung and god knew what other injuries. His priority was Gabe's safety, always had to be. God knew Gabe didn't take care of himself sometimes. "...I'm not dying in a pile of trash..."
He forced himself to reach out, grab Gabe's wrist and pull the older man along as he convinced himself into motion. He took them through several alleys, leaving behind the corpse, the ambulance, the life they had built. He walked until he knew he was about to actually collapse and looked at the seedy motel that was clearly 'charge by the hour' and looked at Reyes. "It's going to be here or in the streets. I can't go much further and neither can you."
Now the bigger question. "Who goes to get a room?" They were both disasters after all.