"Not my choice, Murph," Gabriel says, taking a step forward. He stops, looks down at the knife, inhales, and then promptly flings it into the alley. Yeah, he doesn't really want to look at it anymore.
That done, he resumes walking towards her like that never happened. "Got called back. Apocalypse, yanno? Things got a little heated." As evidenced by all the blood. There's a little trail of it in the snow as he walks. "What? Didja miss me?"
That's the one good thing about being dropped back in Chicago. Easier to pretend what's going on back at the house isn't tearing him apart.
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Date: 2010-01-13 02:02 am (UTC)That done, he resumes walking towards her like that never happened. "Got called back. Apocalypse, yanno? Things got a little heated." As evidenced by all the blood. There's a little trail of it in the snow as he walks. "What? Didja miss me?"
That's the one good thing about being dropped back in Chicago. Easier to pretend what's going on back at the house isn't tearing him apart.