“You have a patient waiting for you, Dr.McCoy. He insisted on seeing you even though I told him you were out to lunch. He claimed that his need could wait for your return, so I sent him into exam room three ( Read more... )

Gabriel was normally a heavy sleeper. He’d grown up in New York, so he was used to noise, especially the nights where he slept with his window open a smidgen, so that he didn’t have to turn up the AC. But that was at his old apartment, and since he’d moved in with Adam, that had all changed.

( He didn't know exactly what the other had done to his bedroom )

“Gabriel?”

Gabriel looked up, surprised to hear his name being said in a voice that was unfamiliar to him. He looked around briefly before his eyes landed on a man who was half hidden by a newspaper, almost as though he was scared that someone would see him, and that made a small frown appear on his face.

( Uhm, yes? )

It had been weeks since he had last set foot in the house, but it was still heartbreaking to do so. The plants, the majority of them had died, and he wrinkled his nose at the amount of dust that had settled on the normally highly polished wood. He was the one who always took care of it after all, and since he’d been gone, it hadn’t been taken care ( Read more... )

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Gabriel murmured happily as he felt he woman’s hand on his thigh, and he gave her a small grin before he took a sip of his drink. He laughed as she leaned over to whisper something in his ear, and he gaze then went over to Peter, who had his own drink, but had chased away the woman that had shown an interest in him ( Read more... )