[Jack would have to make a really good case for Gabe to go see Angela, and one that good might not even exist. He'd never let Jack take that risk, nor would he trust her with the information; there's really nobody left he'd trust except Jack.]
[Jack, who's sitting right next to him, looking at him with those bright blue eyes that it's always been easy to get lost in. He's not that same kind of boyishly handsome he was way back when, but the scars on his face and even the thinning up top give him a rough — rugged, even — kind of attractiveness that Gabe can't say he doesn't like. It's the kind of thing he has to huff an amused breath at, because of course Jack Morrison would get some nasty facial wounds and still manage to come out of it looking gorgeous. It's a good thing that jealousy or self-consciousness aren't feelings Gabriel comes by easily, because he has no idea what he looks like, but he knows it isn't good.]
[That's an issue for another time. Right now, all his focus is on the man in front of him. There's a moment of hesitation between pulling off a glove and lifting his hand, but it's one he gets over quickly. Raising his hand the rest of the way to Jack's face to trace that scar, the one that cuts between his eyes, with a gentle touch and a light frown.]
Guess I can't call you "pretty boy" anymore, huh?
[There's a slight tug of a smirk at the corner of his mouth when his gaze flits back up to meet Jack's eyes. He definitely thinks he's funny this time.]
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[Jack, who's sitting right next to him, looking at him with those bright blue eyes that it's always been easy to get lost in. He's not that same kind of boyishly handsome he was way back when, but the scars on his face and even the thinning up top give him a rough — rugged, even — kind of attractiveness that Gabe can't say he doesn't like. It's the kind of thing he has to huff an amused breath at, because of course Jack Morrison would get some nasty facial wounds and still manage to come out of it looking gorgeous. It's a good thing that jealousy or self-consciousness aren't feelings Gabriel comes by easily, because he has no idea what he looks like, but he knows it isn't good.]
[That's an issue for another time. Right now, all his focus is on the man in front of him. There's a moment of hesitation between pulling off a glove and lifting his hand, but it's one he gets over quickly. Raising his hand the rest of the way to Jack's face to trace that scar, the one that cuts between his eyes, with a gentle touch and a light frown.]
Guess I can't call you "pretty boy" anymore, huh?
[There's a slight tug of a smirk at the corner of his mouth when his gaze flits back up to meet Jack's eyes. He definitely thinks he's funny this time.]