Gabriel's expression lingers at quietly desperate for a second or two after she pulls away- that moment between wanting to cry and being too much of a macho asshole to do it. Then he closes his eyes, exhales, and looks up at her with a half-cocked brow like she just said that stupidest thing he's ever heard.
"Oh, you're a riot, Murphy. You get put through six walls and four stained glass windows and then see who's laughing." Even though she's not actually laughing. Shh.
He tries to stand up and then promptly sits back down. Yep. Standing right now doesn't feel right- apparently, he used the last of his adrenaline getting up here. "...Actually, if anyone tries to do that to you, call me and I'll return the favor, 'cause that shit stings."
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Date: 2010-01-13 07:36 am (UTC)"Oh, you're a riot, Murphy. You get put through six walls and four stained glass windows and then see who's laughing." Even though she's not actually laughing. Shh.
He tries to stand up and then promptly sits back down. Yep. Standing right now doesn't feel right- apparently, he used the last of his adrenaline getting up here. "...Actually, if anyone tries to do that to you, call me and I'll return the favor, 'cause that shit stings."