Jack hiccuped another sound when Gabe slipped the jacket over his shoulders and was caring enough to make certain the hood slipped over his head. He had to keep moving forward or else he probably would have turned and buried his face into Reyes' neck and just stayed there. Now was not the time to come apart, and they had priorities that required them to keep it together.
He stared at the motel, not liking the look of it but accepting that it was going to be the least likely place anyone might look for them. He was back to shivering near violently by this point, nodding his head at the idea of Gabe going in. He knew that he would loiter nearby, make it seem as if they were going to have a homosexual encounter rather than having to sew each other back together. No one would question it.
"We need to figure out your voice. Probably damage from cement dust and the explosion," he said, always more concerned for Reyes than himself. That was the way of their bond, always looking out more for the other than themselves. They made it work well.
He propelled himself into motion towards the motel, staggering and shuffling like he was drunk. It wasn't even an act because he was honestly on his last legs here He stopped in the partial shadows of a vehicle, using it to rest against so that Reyes could go in. Nevermind the fact that he raised the rifle he had been given and lined up a shot in case things inside went south. If it was between them and the clerk, he was choosing them.
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Date: 2019-05-04 11:34 pm (UTC)He stared at the motel, not liking the look of it but accepting that it was going to be the least likely place anyone might look for them. He was back to shivering near violently by this point, nodding his head at the idea of Gabe going in. He knew that he would loiter nearby, make it seem as if they were going to have a homosexual encounter rather than having to sew each other back together. No one would question it.
"We need to figure out your voice. Probably damage from cement dust and the explosion," he said, always more concerned for Reyes than himself. That was the way of their bond, always looking out more for the other than themselves. They made it work well.
He propelled himself into motion towards the motel, staggering and shuffling like he was drunk. It wasn't even an act because he was honestly on his last legs here He stopped in the partial shadows of a vehicle, using it to rest against so that Reyes could go in. Nevermind the fact that he raised the rifle he had been given and lined up a shot in case things inside went south. If it was between them and the clerk, he was choosing them.