uberboned | 018 [Written, because he's in the infirmary still and he has some decorum... Y'know somewhere]

Okay!

On a list of things I never want to do again, that is way, way, way up there. On the plus side, I can actually move without feeling like I'm gonna black out any second over here, so, in case you were worried, the archangel will pull through. Thank you all for your concern.

On that note, if you guys find the son of a bitch that caused this? I've got five things I'd like to say to him and then five more things to say to him in response to whatever he says after that. And then I'm probably gonna put him through a wall. Okay? Okay. Just so we're all clear on that.

[[OOC: So Gabe's still in the infirmary, despite having almost recovered from his Death Toll, because he won't leave until Max is better. You can assume he's been sitting in a chair beside her cot this entire time, refusing to move and probably either giving people wary looks or sleeping. People still stuck in the infirmary/infirmary staff/whatever can feel free to spam off this post if they'd like. I dun care. XD]]

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[Gabe moved out of the chair and leaned over her to work on her shoulders, putting his head down close to her ear.] That's because I'm the best.

[Max snorted.] OH, you're so sure of yourself.

[FEEL THIS SHOULDER MASSAGE, MAX. THAT IS ONE GQ SHOULDER MASSAGE RIGHT THERE. OTHER PLAYERS THEY DON'T KNOW HOW TO WORK THOSE MUSCLES, BUT GABRIEL'S A BONAFIDE ARCHANGEL. HE CAN THROW YOU INTO A WALL AND HE CAN WORK THE TENSION OUT OF YOUR BACK AFTER HE'S DONE. DEATH TOLL? FUCK DEATH TOLL. ALL YOU'LL REMEMBER OF DYING IS THAT YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'RE IN HEAVEN WHEN GABE'S DONE WITH YOU. FUCK.]

Yep. But I get that I have to prove it, which I'm doing riight about now.

[SUPER STRENGTH = MAKES FOR THE BEST MASSAGE. DAYUM.]

[Max grunted into the pillow.] Fine. Okay. I'll give you this.

[If Gabe were paying attention, he'd probably realize that there is no one in this room that can mistake the look in his eyes as he's rubbing Max's shoulders. Gabe, of course, would deny it until the end of days.

His hands trace close to the back of her neck and he's suddenly reminded of what she told him when she was sleep-talking. And as much as he didn't want to bring this up, she had a right to know he heard.]

Y'know, you talk in your sleep.

[Max rolled over to face him.] I- what?

[He pulled back, looking moderately uncomfortable for half a second until he managed to reign it in and just look wholly neutral, like this didn't bother him nearly as much as it did.]

The other night. You were babbling in your sleep... About, uh... [He paused like he was trying to remember the name, when it stayed in his head and wouldn't leave, no matter what.] About Manticore.

Oh... [Max broke eye contact.] Okay.

[Gabe rubbed the back of his neck and flopped back in his chair.] Probably... Not how you wanted me to find out about that.

I didn't want you to find out about it, period. [Max replied gently.]

Technically, Dean got me curious, but after you punch a guy in the stomach for talking about breeding pairs, you kinda just wanna... Get it out of your head. [Because that was supposed to make it better.

He waved a hand at the Barge, laughing bitterly.]

Still better than your old life, huh?

Breeding partners. [She repeated dryly. She'd have a word with Dean later.] Look- maybe you should go. [And here comes the reason for her 'fogginess']

I would've known, eventually. It would've gotten out. You can't really keep things from an angel. [Right. Not putting out the fire at all. He shut his eyes tight and stood up.] Yeah. Okay. I'll stop breathing down your neck.

[He turned to go and lingered, because dammit, he didn't want to leave and he shouldn't have to if he didn't want to. Who was she to order him around? What kind of archangel would actually listen to that?]

You sure?

I'll be fine. [Max pushed her hair back across her scalp and ignored the stinging in her eyes.] I'm usually fine.

[Annd Gabe's radio was going crazy, but running away was what he was good at. Being cowardly and not dealing with things was the path he always wound up taking.

So like everything else he'd ever had the stupidity to love, he left.

Not that he intended to leave that there, but... For the moment, he was gone.]

018 [Written, because he's in the infirmary still and he has some decorum... Y'know somewhere]

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