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[ Direct follow up to this post][Gabriel is in the park, sitting under a tree a slight distance from the path. He wants to be quiet, wants the headache to loosen up. Home isn't an option. The drone wife would only make it worse. Work... har har. He'd already had enough to drink, having finished off the bottle of bourbon an hour back, trying to

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[And then, there's a hand on the man's shoulder.]

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[There is a sudden push, invisible energy radiated from all directions. It's weak, and feels like a strong breeze.]

[Gabriel doesn't move. He's still leaning over, breathing, dripping. He'll apologize later.]

[serverofshota]

[A bit of a twitch, not so much a wince, embracing the 'strike' against him.]

Gabriel.

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[Quiet, thin.]

Mori.

Go home, Mori. I'll be there shortly.

[Whenever his head stopped.]

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...

Isn't there anything I can do.

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I don't think so... these things happen. It'll pass.

[It's never happened here before, so what he's saying likely doesn't make sense.]

[And besides, he's not sure if it will pass, considering where they are.]

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...

[Lets go of his shoulder.]

Anything you want from me?

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[He's not used to this. Seriously Mori, he's not. Even after these few months with his small and growing smaller circle of friends, the kindness is always unexpected.]

[No, that's not the word. If asked, he wouldn't be sure how to describe it.]

I don't know.

[A chuckle.]

Had a brief conversation with Grady. The man's a right bastard.

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...

Is it true.

...

That he's... stuck. Like us.

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It seems he's one frustrated bugger.

[Gabriel looks up. The lower half of his face is a mask of blood, his shirt spattered as well. He wipes at his nose with his sleeve, squinting against the sun. It's one of those fun migraines that's sensitive to light.]

And he really got pissed when I tried to get into the Police Station. Makes me want to get in there that much more.

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[A deep grumble in his throat that sight. He begins taking off his Ouran-school-jacket, and gets down on one knee to clean up the mess.]

Is it still bleeding.

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I know. It happens when I use my teke, but... never this long.

[He pinches his nose and tilts his head back.]

I think he did it. He didn't want me in there... agh.

[Head. Splitting.]

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[Burrowed frows are burrowed. He knows you don't want to go home, so, hmmm.]

... I'll get you to the bar.

Medicine and ice.

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I'm sorry, Christ. I'm... [laughs] supposed to be your dad and you end up taking care of me more often than not.

[Gabriel sobers quickly. It's not really that funny.]

[He hauls himself up, leaning against the tree.]

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It's okay.

[Walks closer to him, picking up what is now a bloody jacket,tossing it on his shoulder.]

You can lean on me.

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[Gabriel sighs and does so, still squinting. Walking through the park toward the pub, he's still talking.]

We're going to get out of here, Mori. I can feel it close. Just out of reach.

We need to get into that station. Not blow it up, get in. That's the puzzle... mmh.