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[gabriel-patterson]

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Gabriel let out a snort, giving the two of them a look. “When don’t you have a fucking boner, Maddox?” he asked, voice rough and eyes challenging.

Then he paused, insecurity flashing across his face. “... Should I go..?” he asked. ‘Yes, you should,’ immidiately flashed in his brain. This was dangerous. He’d rather fight a banshee. 

Yet he stood there. Waiting.

[gabriel-patterson]

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Gabriel wanted to flail. Wanted to punch. Wanted to get Maddox off of him, away from him, but in the end, he stayed. A warm arm wrapped around him, pressed against an equally warm body and an air of unknown between him and the adept that had almost been an enemy just a few short months ago.

When had things changed?

He had stayed, he listened. He listened to the words, to the man breathe and, if he payed very close attention, the heartbeat. If it was Maddox or his own, he couldn’t honestly say.

Then Archer came. Stood in front of him and just as he wanted to say something, just as the moment seemed too tender, too much...

His cheeks got squished in.

“What the shit, kitten,” he growled, lifting his hand in a half-hearted attempt to get the slayer’s hands away from him. Then they are gone, as quickly as they were there, and it hurts almost as much as the touch itself. but in a different way.

“Look,” he sighed and pushed away from Maddox, taking a step away so he could get some sense of control. “I know I am preaching to the choir here. You know the shit I’ve seen, the shit I’ve done because you’ve done it to. I know you get it. Your hands are just as stained as mine. And don’t get me wrong, or do, maybe I deserve that, but do you know how much it fucking hurts to fucking fuck up every olive branch that is handed to you?” He let out a pained sigh and pinched the bridge between his eyes hard. “When this war is over and we somehow ain’t dead... I got nowhere to go. I got nobody. This bullshit out there... The fighting, the killing... It’s all I have. And it’s killing me.”

He closed his eyes, felt his heart hammer in his chest. Ah, so he was still alive and human then... He had never felt so... open, so... raw before. “You get me, Kitten. Hell, maybe even you do, Pup. But you are killing me. Because I don’t know what to do with you. And when this shit is over...”

He swallowed. Didn’t want to to say it, but couldn’t prevent himself from thinking it.

‘So will this end.’

[gabriel-patterson]

Gabriel wasn't a man that worried easily. At least not in a way that had him visibly worried.

Sure, he could whine a lot, complain, voice his discomfort and mask it with jokes and crude comments, but you rarely saw it on his face. It was a weakness he couldn't allow himself, it was simply... Too dangerous for him. He would leave himself too vunerable for attack.

But not even he could mask the worry that flashed over his face when he woke up with pains in his wrists. He rubbed at them with his thumb, trying to ease up the stings and the aches before he felt it.

His biotics were completely offline. His amps were okay, he could feel that and he could feel the surge, but he couldn't access them at all.

His hands started trembling, fingers twitching as he felt his heart start pumping hard in his chest.

The he panicked.

(If anyone wants to help the panicky dragoon, go right ahead!)