Gabriel followed as Lorraine led him to the couch and he sat down at her motion for him to do so. He didn’t hesitate when she climbed into lap and curled around him. His arms went around her. He listened, even though the words, and even the thoughts did very little to ease his own uncertainty. Gabriel nodded his head. “I did wonder if that is who BT was. Especially given the ‘Rainy’ nickname.” He pulled back. “Why should you have told me? What do I need to know?” His brows furrowed. “You aren’t responsible for other people’s actions. I can’t do that. But you know him better than I do, obviously, so you have to have some sort of idea. “ Gabriel shifted. “Why did the relationship end? Why did he leave, why did he come back,” he asked. “Those might all hold some partial explanation at to why he would think it was okay to send those. Even though you told him we’re bonded. Do you think it was Blake? Or do you think it was someone else?”
Gabriel leaned back, letting his head fall onto the back of the couch. He let go of Lorraine, as he brought his hands up to up at his temples. “Who and why would someone want to stir up trouble between us feels like the first two questions.” He wouldn’t rule it out himself; the uneasy feeling the Guardian had felt since the food poisoning incident stirring itself back up. It had settled since exams, since their bond. Since the overreaction conversation with Bijou. He lifted his head and tipped Lorraine’s chin until he could bring them forehead to forehead, eye to eye. “My Abuela always said people can’t stir up trouble that isn’t already there. Yes, they can make people think things, other people, but the only two that matter are sitting right here, face to face. Is there trouble? I don’t think so but the idea of anyone disrespecting our bond that way isn’t a great feeling,” he admitted.
Lorraine kept herself wrapped around Gabriel, holding tightly to him as he spoke, taking in everything he had to say. She nodded when he confessed he’d wondered if Blake’s initials were the ones on the card, having figured he would put two and two together. Lorraine leaned back a little when she was released, locking her eyes onto Gabriel’s. “I don’t know. It’s not necessarily relevant I suppose but I...I don’t know. Somehow feel like I should have told you. Like I should have said something, or at lest have made you aware. Perhaps that is just an anxiety, or a thought that you might have wanted to know something like that. I’m sorry if I’m mistaken.” She nodded, understanding what he was saying, though it was hard for her to process. Deep down she knew she wasn’t responsible for the actions of others, but everything in her experienced told her maybe there was something she could have done, though in that moment she wasn’t sure what. Gabriel’s questions came, and she did her best to work through them before answering, wanting to leave nothing out. “The relationship ended for a few reasons...We were together for about two years, we...Came into Brightwood as a couple. But, things changed here. We’re both Guardeds, first off. And it wasn’t as though either of us were ignorant to what that meant. But...It was more than that. He didn’t...” Sighing, she dropped her eyes, fiddling with her hands in her lap. “This is going to sound so cliche, but in a lot of ways he didn’t....We weren’t able to give each other what we needed. We weren’t for each other, fundamentally. He works a lot, I work a lot, and in those times when things got rough and I needed....He couldn’t be there.” She put things as simply as possible, without going into too much detail. “He left about a year ago, to work on a project overseas with his parents. He does production things for them, for their studio. Editing and whatnot. He came back because, well, he’s still a student. He still needs to graduate and find his soulmate.
Gabriel’s questions swirled in her mind. “I don’t know. I know Blake well. This sounds like him, like something he would say but...This doesn’t seem like something he would do. He’s not a homewrecker, first off. And, we’ve always both accepted that what we were wasn’t...Sustainable, long term. We both know the score. And I just don’t see what he’d get out of doing something like this, on either end.” Lorraine took her bottom lip between her teeth, thinking things over in her mind. It made her nervous that he’d let her go, that he wasn’t holding her, that he seemed to be pulling away, though maybe she was misinterpreting, letting her emotions get the better of her. Attempting to push those thoughts from her mind, she offered a small smile when her Guardian tipped her chin. “As always, your Abuela is right. I know that, you know that. There isn’t trouble, my darling, there isn’t. I love you, Gabriel. You’re my soulmate. When we think of these things in the easiest of terms...We were literally made for each other. I would never, never, never do anything to hurt or disrespect you, to risk anything about what we have. Blake may be my past, but you, you are my future.” Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his, bringing her hands up to rest against his chest. “I wouldn’t be surprised if this was, in some way, connected to everything going on. Drive a wedge between Guardians and their Guardeds, and leave both parties exposed. Or, it could be some sort of distraction. For something...Something else, though I don’t know what...” Sighing, she shifted a bit, swinging her leg so that she was straddling Gabriel, facing him directly. “I know. I know my sweetheart. This is....Ridiculous. But I love you, Gabriel. I love you, and this isn’t going to put even a scratch on what we have.”