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๐'๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
โโง GABRIEL REYES.
โโง mirrored detail.
โป + โก
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"You kidding? You always were." He looks him up and down, as if observing him for every inch. He's so closed off to him that he has to wonder what caused him to be so...away. "Just for me, though. At least, I like to think of it that way."
Taking his hand back, shaking it a bit; but he's amused more than anything.
"Still so cute and squishy."
"...Because you're shit at hiding who you are. Which is why I always took care of the covert missions," he replies, jumping in and taking a dive at the risk of sounding like an absolute lunatic.
His eyes are on him.
Again, scrutinizing, looking at every detail, listening to every sound.
He didn't want to believe it at first, because how the hell could it be true? But who else would this man be, with the familiarity that seeps through him? +
So you know all of this, but you're still gonna deprive me when I'm running low?
[ He kisses at his jaw a few times, feather-like and sweet. ]
You're killing me here, babe. I'm gonna start passing out sooner.
And with how this man acts and sounds and looks and even /breathes/, it's just all too familiar with someone who he knows better than himself.
"You remind me of him. If this has to do with him..."
"Do you know Jack?"
Gabriel is pulling out all his stops now; even going by instinct and out on a limb. There's something about this man that he knows he needs to hold ontoโa desperate feeling, and he hates it.
It needs to be taken care of. He needs to know what this means. +
if they were starting to cause a scene.
He recovers from the bold, rough push and continues to attempt to hold him, hand going to his forearm.
"Who the hell /are you/?" He insists, volume raising. "And why the hell do I know you? Don't act like this doesn't mean shit!"
When he is shoved to the point of wall cracking behind him, Gabriel realizes there is more to this stranger than what he's letting on.
He figured. He /knew/. He could tell from the way he spoke, looked, acted. Something so familiar that he didn't want to let go, even +
Gabriel stands with him, and quicker than he can even think, he grabs onto the man's wrist and urges him to stay.
"You do have something to tell me."
And he's trying to run away. It must be important; he /has/ to know. This stranger is too familiar to him. +
trying to avoid looking at me, it's either I accidentally drank from your cup and you were too unbothered to tell me, or you have something you want to say to me but can't."
"You know damn well that isn't what I meant," he sighs, shaking his head. Stubborn, but expected. "It comes from the tone of your voice and the way you talk."
He pauses for a moment, then crosses his arms again tightly.
"And judging from the way that you're +
"What's your business?"
Gabriel doesn't care for dancing. Not in this way; where he has to soften someone up before getting them to open. Certain people require direct tacticsโand if it doesn't work on this man, then he'll leave it alone.
"You got the look of a fighter. +
there's some part of Gabe that is always with Jack.
"Besides, I'm not always right. He's not always wrong. In the end, there's a reason why he is where he is now."
He looks at him, then, watching for the movement of blue.
"So I'll ask again. What about you? Why're you here?"
"I'm used to it."
He has to be, especially since he plans on spending the rest of his forever with him. Gabriel can't imagine a world where Jack isn't at his side and vice versa. For all their faults and arguments, for all the miles and lengths they are apart, +