ft. mallory ( @ofmallory )
overtired, gabriel should’ve gone straight home after his long day at the studio. nonetheless, there he was -- hands in the pockets of his sweatpants as he moseys down to mal’s front door. the wiser part of him knew coming to mallory’s rescue wasn’t going to end well for him. he’d end up going home wishing he wasn’t there for just that. just someone to be there for her, for now. “ sorry, i missed your call earlier, i was in the studio. came as soon as i could.” he explains, his voice raspy and strained from an eight hour work day. still, despite his reluctance to being there in the first place -- a faint smile still pulls at the corners of his mouth. a smile ( albeit small ) solely reserved for her. genuine happiness he just can’t seem to replicate with anyone else. “ you alright? i brought ciroc. ” he says in a sing-song tone.