He will. He'll say it as much as he can, to twist the knife. Get under Niles' fingernails, scratch at his brain. Pick, and pick, and pick away at his very soul, and even then Gabe will be yearning for more and longing for that pained look in Niles' eyes. He can't feed off of those fears, can't burn Niles' wings if someone's in the way.
Gabe is immediate, Gabe is gratification now, of suffering of pain of pleasure of comfort, and those hands on his hips remind both him and Niles, he thinks, that Gabe is here. Forever.
Or does it?
"You're in love with her," He says softly. Draws his hands away, shaking his head. A discovery, as if Gabe had never thought of it before instead of spending all of time consumed by it. "I leave for a few days and--and you've fallen in love with someone?"
And he's sitting up, now, pushing off of Niles. Crossing his arms like it's suddenly too cold in the room, moving over to a window. Less fire, more sadness. Digging and chipping away at Niles' guilt with resentment. "We understand each other. We--we have a bond."
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Gabe is immediate, Gabe is gratification now, of suffering of pain of pleasure of comfort, and those hands on his hips remind both him and Niles, he thinks, that Gabe is here. Forever.
Or does it?
"You're in love with her," He says softly. Draws his hands away, shaking his head. A discovery, as if Gabe had never thought of it before instead of spending all of time consumed by it. "I leave for a few days and--and you've fallen in love with someone?"
And he's sitting up, now, pushing off of Niles. Crossing his arms like it's suddenly too cold in the room, moving over to a window. Less fire, more sadness. Digging and chipping away at Niles' guilt with resentment. "We understand each other. We--we have a bond."