"Fine. Jesus," His eye roll is apparent, pointed, and he leans into the touch. He's loved. Acknowledged, admired. He's here. Here, in front of Niles. Standing there, watching him.
Protecting him, Gabe was sure. Being there for him. The word slip up is caught, as is the hesitation. Something happening, a slip. Niles learning something. Or remembering, perhaps?
Gabe's mouth presses into a thin line, and watches as the other goes back to his desk. Gabe takes a few steps back, too, looking at the other. Staring at the other. A few steps to the right, a few steps to the left, watching him in his chair with silence, eyes locked onto his figure.
He can still feed off of this. He can still live.
"Niles?" He asks. Calm and innocent sounding--like when he was scared at night, dreaming about his family being attacked while he was away. "Do you ever think about what you'd do to them? Not the raiders, the ones... From before."
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Protecting him, Gabe was sure. Being there for him. The word slip up is caught, as is the hesitation. Something happening, a slip. Niles learning something. Or remembering, perhaps?
Gabe's mouth presses into a thin line, and watches as the other goes back to his desk. Gabe takes a few steps back, too, looking at the other. Staring at the other. A few steps to the right, a few steps to the left, watching him in his chair with silence, eyes locked onto his figure.
He can still feed off of this. He can still live.
"Niles?" He asks. Calm and innocent sounding--like when he was scared at night, dreaming about his family being attacked while he was away. "Do you ever think about what you'd do to them? Not the raiders, the ones... From before."