He remembers what he saw, what they aired, but the night itself is still a blackout blur without any finer details. He has the bruises he remembers waking up with, and the footage of the preceding moments, and his and Taylor's laugh-it-off non-discussion of the whole thing. Next to those, that look is crisp scoped-in high-def, those eyes roaming across him in a prickle of warmth and this Taylor who's barely Taylor at all leaned so close he could loop an arm around him without more than a lean.
He'd never said he'd want to do it again. But he never said he wouldn't, and for a second all Gabriel can feel is the quiet in the room and the pressure of time around them, flowing so fast he thinks he might drown if he can't grab onto something.
"Yeah?" He licks his lips, smile turning self-aware and slight as he catches his bottom lip in a brief nip of teeth. "Do you I'd have a chance without your squad vouching for me?"
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He remembers what he saw, what they aired, but the night itself is still a blackout blur without any finer details. He has the bruises he remembers waking up with, and the footage of the preceding moments, and his and Taylor's laugh-it-off non-discussion of the whole thing. Next to those, that look is crisp scoped-in high-def, those eyes roaming across him in a prickle of warmth and this Taylor who's barely Taylor at all leaned so close he could loop an arm around him without more than a lean.
He'd never said he'd want to do it again. But he never said he wouldn't, and for a second all Gabriel can feel is the quiet in the room and the pressure of time around them, flowing so fast he thinks he might drown if he can't grab onto something.
"Yeah?" He licks his lips, smile turning self-aware and slight as he catches his bottom lip in a brief nip of teeth. "Do you I'd have a chance without your squad vouching for me?"