[ When Jack feels Gabriel's touch at his arm, his immediate urge is to shove him away, but he manages to bite down on it. Really, this isn't Gabriel's fault, even though it also kind of is, but he knows that lashing out at him for something he hasn't yet done won't fix anything. If he's learned anything over these months with Gabriel here, it's that. ]
No.
[ He shakes his head, slowly tugging his arm away from Gabriel's touch instead. It'd be easier if Gabriel would just move back to his own bed so they can act like none of this ever happened, but he isn't going to let go that easily. Jack heaves out a sigh and bows his head, rubbing at his eyes.
The scar had ached for a good few days after he first got the wound, but it doesn't anymore. It's been years at this point, strange as that is to realize. ]
It was a pain in the ass when I got it, though.
[ Which might be enough for Gabriel to put two and two together. ]
[Jack might not act on the impulse, but Gabriel feels his arm tense and that's enough. He withdraws, and doesn't try to touch him again. The minimal space between them suddenly seems yawning, and he's not sure what he should be doing. His hands drop uselessly to his side.]
Looks like it was from a shotgun.
[So, that settles that. Gabriel knows he shouldn't feel guilty for things he hasn't done yet, and will likely never do given their displacement, but the fact is that he can't expect Jack to separate past from present. With that realization, he finally moves to the other bed, letting the mattress sink beneath him.]
[ Yes, it was from a shotgun. Gabriel would know exactly what that kind of scarring would look like, having inflicted those wounds more times than he can properly recall now. He's obviously figured it out, but Jack's fighting a tightness in his chest that makes it impossible for him to respond in any verbal way.
It's not like there's much to say, after all. They both now know what happened to throw a wrench into what they'd been doing, and no matter how many hurdles they leap over in their relationship, there's always going to be others that they trip over.
Jack can't bring himself to say that it's fine or all right, and he knows the words would come out sounding hollow. So he just shakes his head, relieved for the distance between them now that Gabriel's retreated to the other bed. ]
We should just... get some rest.
[ He draws his hand across his eyes and then leans over to extinguish the candles that had been providing the small room some meager light. Then he stretches out on the bed and turns his back to Gabriel, eyes shutting as he wills himself to fall asleep. Thankfully, the alcohol helps with that. Once the room stops feeling like it's spinning, he's out. ]
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No.
[ He shakes his head, slowly tugging his arm away from Gabriel's touch instead. It'd be easier if Gabriel would just move back to his own bed so they can act like none of this ever happened, but he isn't going to let go that easily. Jack heaves out a sigh and bows his head, rubbing at his eyes.
The scar had ached for a good few days after he first got the wound, but it doesn't anymore. It's been years at this point, strange as that is to realize. ]
It was a pain in the ass when I got it, though.
[ Which might be enough for Gabriel to put two and two together. ]
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Looks like it was from a shotgun.
[So, that settles that. Gabriel knows he shouldn't feel guilty for things he hasn't done yet, and will likely never do given their displacement, but the fact is that he can't expect Jack to separate past from present. With that realization, he finally moves to the other bed, letting the mattress sink beneath him.]
Sorry, I shouldn't have--just forget it.
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It's not like there's much to say, after all. They both now know what happened to throw a wrench into what they'd been doing, and no matter how many hurdles they leap over in their relationship, there's always going to be others that they trip over.
Jack can't bring himself to say that it's fine or all right, and he knows the words would come out sounding hollow. So he just shakes his head, relieved for the distance between them now that Gabriel's retreated to the other bed. ]
We should just... get some rest.
[ He draws his hand across his eyes and then leans over to extinguish the candles that had been providing the small room some meager light. Then he stretches out on the bed and turns his back to Gabriel, eyes shutting as he wills himself to fall asleep. Thankfully, the alcohol helps with that. Once the room stops feeling like it's spinning, he's out. ]