Bigger On The Inside.
Title: Bigger On The Inside.
Author: minus_four
Rating: PG?
Pairing: Gabe/William
POV: 3rd, present
Summary: The coffee shop across the street from where Gabe is standing blows up, and then things get kind of weird. (Doctor Who AU)
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. It's fic; short for 'fictional'. Plus, aliens. Oh, and anything that seems like I stole from the TV show Doctor Who, I probably did. I don't own it, obviously. I'm just a fangirl.
Author's notes: First thing I've written in a loooong time. So. Yeah. I guess that's it, really. Nothing serious, but I like it.
In hindsight, Gabe will remember feeling the blast like a slap across the face, then seeing the violet light flash and infect the sky for a moment before the explosion even hit. But, since this might have meant the laws of physics being screwed with or something (hell, Gabe’s no physicist anyway), he will later come to blame the smack to the head he gets when the explosion of that same strange, violet light erupts from the coffee shop across the street, blowing out every pane of glass in visual vicinity before knocking Gabe clean off his feet and a good distance into the air.
Somewhere between that, and the sidewalk, the mailbox gets in the way of his head.
The next thing Gabe registers thinking is how the mailbox that hit him - okay, that might have been the other way around, but whatever - hit him hard, if the pain throbbing at the right side of his skull, towards the back, gives any indication. Plus, he must have blacked out because when Gabe rolls over onto his back to look up at the sky (which is, thankfully, back to it’s normal colour by this point) there are at least two car alarms suddenly assaulting his ears and, oh, there’s this guy standing over him; bent right over to stare down at Gabe’s face, frowning. He seems completely unaffected by what had just happened, aside from the apparent concern for Gabe’s welfare.
“Are you alright?”
Gabe tries to do a quick mental assessment, but since his head is feeling as though it’s stuffed with those polystyrene shapes used for packing boxes, the honest answer seems to be; “I... don’t know?”
“Okay. Come on.” After dropping down to crouch next to Gabe, the guy leans over to slide his arm under Gabe’s shoulders and ease him up into a sitting position. Gabe’s head swims uncomfortably from the disorientating change of position, but not so much that he isn’t able to notice how surprisingly strong this guy is, given that he’s so skinny. “I do a lot of running,” he tells Gabe for no apparent reason, at the same time placing his hand flat against the side of Gabe’s face, tilting Gabe’s head sideways slightly and gently running the fingers of his other hand across where Gabe had hit his head. “Nice bump you’ve got here. No lacerations or bleeding...” he mumbles under his breath, eyes shifting to meet Gabe’s. He frowns. “Your pupils are dilated, though. Probable slight-to-medium concussion... Do your internal organs feel like they’re liquidating at all?”
“What?” Gabe jerks away a little, staring at the guy with wide, ‘what-the-fuck’ eyes. Gabe had been wondering if this guy was a doctor, or a nurse, maybe. But now...
“Seriously. You’d probably be aware of it by now. It’s a fairly unique sensation, mostly characterised by a sort of melty, burn-y, churn-y kind of -”
“Who are you?” Gabe says, the words coming out rather too loudly as the nearby car alarms suddenly shut off, leaving the sound of Gabe’s own voice echoing in his head.
A kind of sadness passes through the other man’s gaze for a second or two before he answers, “You can call me William.” When he smiles at Gabe, grin spreading across his face, he looks suddenly young, much younger than the years which seem to be held behind his eyes. It unsettles Gabe, somewhere deep inside himself where he almost can’t even consciously register it.
Gabe shakes it off as best he can. “Is that your name?” he counters.
In return he gets another grin and the reply of, “Sometimes,” before William (sure, Gabe’ll bite for now) is asking, “Still got legs? Yeah?”
“Uh... yeah, dude. I’ve still got legs,” Gabe confirms hesitantly, in the back of his mind wondering whether this ‘William’ guy might be concussed too, or just plain nuts... or he could have even had something to do with the explosion, Gabe suddenly realises with a stab of panic in his chest.
“I’m still sort of worried about your internal organs,” William informs Gabe next, his voice as matter-of-fact as if he’d told Gabe that it was supposed to rain later or something. “Everyone’s, actually. I’ve never seen the Carillions venture out of their territory, let alone as far as Earth. I should think it’ll be a rebel faction rather than a full on invasion or anything, but I’d best follow it up as soon as I get a minute... No real threat for now, though, since the current situation has been neutralised. Which was the whole... light -” William makes a vague circular gesture in the air with his hands, “thing-y which happened. So.” William takes a deep breath, smiling at Gabe in a manner which Gabe is sure was meant to be reassuring. “Now we just need to make sure there won’t be any adverse effects for those caught in the blast and I’ve picked you as my lucky test subject, uh... What was your name, again?”
Despite the effort William is putting into that smile, Gabe finds himself somewhat lacking in reassurance, mainly because Gabe is far from having shaken the suspicion that this guy is a grade ‘A’ nut job. “Gabe. And...Test subject?”
“Um. Patient,” William says, still smiling brightly.
“So, you’re a doctor now.” Gabe raises a skeptical eyebrow.
“Sure.” William nods. “Sort of.”
“And I should trust you because...”
“I just saved the world!” William counters, Gabe taken aback as a shade of desperation suddenly taints those eyes with something other than their deep chestnut colour. “I saved New Jersey, definitely North America, and probably the whole world, again, and the only thing I’m asking of you... the only thing I’ve ever asked any of you...” William’s voice is infected with the slightest of tremors, now, heightening the intensity in his voice to match his gaze, “is that you trust me.”
Gabe takes a deep breath, like he’s only just remembering how. He can’t look away, much less say anything other than he does; “Ten minutes.”
William smiles. “Huh?”
“Okay. Ten minutes, then we’ll see.” Gabe repeats, glancing at his watch and then smiling back at William as he notes in the back of his mind that this is either going to be the worst, or best, decision that he’s ever made.
“Deal.” William grins. “Santi!”
Before Gabe can even open his mouth to ask what that means, William has grabbed his hand and they’re already running down the street. Gone. And Gabe thinks, yes.
They turn the corner at the next block, Gabe stumbling over the kerb slightly as William swerves without warning, and when he looks up from righting his footsteps again Gabe bumps into William, who has stopped suddenly.
His gaze shifting past William, Gabe steps to the side as he takes in the sight standing in front of them. A box; about a third taller than Gabe and roughly as wide as his arm span. Made of... wood, maybe? With two paneled doors and the words POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX emblazoned across the top. And, oh yeah. Really, really blue.
“It’s a box.”
“My box,” William corrects him, starting to step forward and tugging Gabe’s hand where their fingers are still entwined between them. “Come on. You’re wasting my ten minutes, here.”
Crazy, Gabe thinks, fear starting to flicker at the edge of his mind again as he forces himself to remember promising ten minutes and the way William’s smile had killed every last speck of doubt Gabe had thought he’d had. Even as he steps forward with William, Gabe starts saying “Dude. We’re not both gonna fit -”
The words die in Gabe’s throat as he pulls away from William just a moment later, spinning around on his heel and glancing around at his sudden new surroundings. When his eyes are drawn to William's again the disbelief is still evident in his gaze, but the corners of his mouth have begun to twitch upward in silent, disbelieving laughter, and there's a kind of curiosity beginning to form behind the fear in Gabe's expression. The space they're standing in is massive. It's not a room; room isn't the right word, not by far. Gabe doesn't know what to call it, though, with the curved, metal panelling stretching up to the ceiling, almost glowing from some source of light Gabe can't locate. In front of them, in the centre of the space, stands a metal platform built around some kind of control panel with weird looking instruments all over it.
William smirks at Gabe, all confidence with a hint of told-you-so. "Do you like my box?"
Gabe lifts a hand to his forehead, rubbing at his temple with his thumb and frowning as he looks around once more before making eye contact with William again. "...Bigger on the inside?"
"Pretty much," William nods, smiling as he adds; "and you haven't seen the half of it yet. But first -” William takes the steps in front of them two at a time, Gabe following more slowly to watch as William dashes over to the console, snatching something up from where it’s resting on one of the five panels. It looks something like a pen, only bigger and much more intricate; made of what looks to Gabe like a mixture of dark wood inlaid with bright metal that could be brass or copper.
Gesturing with his free hand to a reclining chair Gabe hadn’t noticed before, William gently pushes Gabe when he doesn’t move. “Take a seat,” he tells Gabe, quiet but firm.
Gabe looks at his watch. Ten minutes, forty six seconds, he thinks. Then he sits down.
William nudges a lever on the side of the chair with his foot, causing it to recline and sending a jolt of fear through Gabe. He looks at William, questioning. “Not gonna hurt,” William reassures him, giving the slightest nod of his head and a small smile.
“What is that?” Gabe asks, eyeing the device in William’s hand.
“Oh, this? Sonic screwdriver,” William says matter-of-factly, fiddling with the buttons and causing the instrument to exude a couple of high pitched whistling sounds, the end of the screwdriver glowing with a burst of crimson light each time. Clocking the look on Gabe’s face, William explains, “It does... just about anything. Except wood, ironically...” William frowns at the object in his hand for a second before snapping his attention back to Gabe. “But anyway. Just about anything, including a handy medical scan.” Twirling the screwdriver, William points it down at Gabe’s body, starting at his abdomen and scanning down to his feet, then up to his head, finishing back at Gabe’s belly again. The device makes a popping noise when the whistling stops, the light flashing green for a split second before a strip of paper begins printing out of a slot on the console panel behind William. He spins around, ripping the paper from the slot and lifting it in his hands to examine the squiggles printed on it. “You’re good,” he grins at Gabe. “Nothing churn-y or liquid that shouldn’t be and nothing melting at all. Oh, and just don’t go to sleep for a few hours. Your head will be fine.”
“That’s...” Gabe takes in William’s grin. It’s infectious, to say the least. His own smile, wide and relaxed, spreads easily across his features. “Awesome.” He sits up on the edge of the still-reclined chair and holds a hand out to William. “Thanks.”
William shakes his hand. “Santi,” he replies, pulling Gabe up onto his feet before bounding across the console platform to press some buttons. The large tubular structure which runs from the console up to the ceiling then starts to glow with a bright blue light, bubbles rising from the base and up through a clear liquid which fills the tube. A strange sound fills the space of the room (ship? Gabe thinks. dimension?), matching the ebb and glow of the blue light. Gabe can’t really even describe the sound, except for the fact it seems to cut right through him; right through to his soul. Like it’s alive.
A shiver runs down Gabe’s spine as he tries to distract himself by asking, “What does that mean? ‘Santi’?”
William only glances at Gabe before dropping his eyes to focus on the console in front of him, leaning forward to rest both hands flat on the panel. His eyes close for just a second, a small smile forming on his lips as he sighs. “It means... Everything. Everything positive and good in this universe. It means ‘thank you’, it means ‘hello’, it means... love. It’s something my friends and I used to say to each other.”
“Not anymore?” Gabe slowly walks over to William, letting his hand come to rest across William's fingers.
“They’re gone now.” William swallows, and Gabe can see the tightness in his throat. “All of them. I’m on my own.”
Gabe takes a deep breath. Suddenly, all he wants is to make William smile again. To take the sadness away, even just for a minute. For a moment. “What about me? I’m here.”
“My ten minutes are long gone,” William counters, his voice quiet; tired, maybe. “And you will be too, soon. You should be, probably. I’m dangerous, Gabe.” William turns his head to meet Gabe’s eyes, his own deadly serious.
Gabe wonders if he should be scared. He’s not. For the first time since that explosion, he’s just... not.”And what else?” He says. “I mean, not you. Obviously.” He smirks, and the expression echoes on William’s face. “When I came in here you said I ‘hadn’t seen the half of it’. So what else?”
“My box is a spaceship,” William tells him quickly, smiling as he shifts his stance to lean against the console still, but facing Gabe with his other hand on his hip. “Oh, and I’m an alien.”
“What else?” Gabe asks, smiling right back.
“It travels through time.” William lifts his chin, almost challenging Gabe. “It’s called a T.A.R.D.I.S: Time and Relative Dimension In Space.”
Gabe is oh-so careful to not react, appearing nonchalant. “What else?”
“Do you want to come?”
“Where?”
“Anywhere.” William tells him, cocking his head to the side as he reaches behind himself, hitting a button on the console without even looking; the activity of the TARDIS intensifying. “Just name it.”
For a second Gabe finds himself wondering how an alien might react to an answer of the bedroom, but on the realisation that such a statement might be a little bit forward on any day (even for Gabe), let alone a day like this with an alien, in a spaceship, Gabe changes his answer at the last second. He grins at William, almost laughing at the situation, at the insanity of it.
“Everywhere.”
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Author: minus_four
Rating: PG?
Pairing: Gabe/William
POV: 3rd, present
Summary: The coffee shop across the street from where Gabe is standing blows up, and then things get kind of weird. (Doctor Who AU)
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. It's fic; short for 'fictional'. Plus, aliens. Oh, and anything that seems like I stole from the TV show Doctor Who, I probably did. I don't own it, obviously. I'm just a fangirl.
Author's notes: First thing I've written in a loooong time. So. Yeah. I guess that's it, really. Nothing serious, but I like it.
In hindsight, Gabe will remember feeling the blast like a slap across the face, then seeing the violet light flash and infect the sky for a moment before the explosion even hit. But, since this might have meant the laws of physics being screwed with or something (hell, Gabe’s no physicist anyway), he will later come to blame the smack to the head he gets when the explosion of that same strange, violet light erupts from the coffee shop across the street, blowing out every pane of glass in visual vicinity before knocking Gabe clean off his feet and a good distance into the air.
Somewhere between that, and the sidewalk, the mailbox gets in the way of his head.
The next thing Gabe registers thinking is how the mailbox that hit him - okay, that might have been the other way around, but whatever - hit him hard, if the pain throbbing at the right side of his skull, towards the back, gives any indication. Plus, he must have blacked out because when Gabe rolls over onto his back to look up at the sky (which is, thankfully, back to it’s normal colour by this point) there are at least two car alarms suddenly assaulting his ears and, oh, there’s this guy standing over him; bent right over to stare down at Gabe’s face, frowning. He seems completely unaffected by what had just happened, aside from the apparent concern for Gabe’s welfare.
“Are you alright?”
Gabe tries to do a quick mental assessment, but since his head is feeling as though it’s stuffed with those polystyrene shapes used for packing boxes, the honest answer seems to be; “I... don’t know?”
“Okay. Come on.” After dropping down to crouch next to Gabe, the guy leans over to slide his arm under Gabe’s shoulders and ease him up into a sitting position. Gabe’s head swims uncomfortably from the disorientating change of position, but not so much that he isn’t able to notice how surprisingly strong this guy is, given that he’s so skinny. “I do a lot of running,” he tells Gabe for no apparent reason, at the same time placing his hand flat against the side of Gabe’s face, tilting Gabe’s head sideways slightly and gently running the fingers of his other hand across where Gabe had hit his head. “Nice bump you’ve got here. No lacerations or bleeding...” he mumbles under his breath, eyes shifting to meet Gabe’s. He frowns. “Your pupils are dilated, though. Probable slight-to-medium concussion... Do your internal organs feel like they’re liquidating at all?”
“What?” Gabe jerks away a little, staring at the guy with wide, ‘what-the-fuck’ eyes. Gabe had been wondering if this guy was a doctor, or a nurse, maybe. But now...
“Seriously. You’d probably be aware of it by now. It’s a fairly unique sensation, mostly characterised by a sort of melty, burn-y, churn-y kind of -”
“Who are you?” Gabe says, the words coming out rather too loudly as the nearby car alarms suddenly shut off, leaving the sound of Gabe’s own voice echoing in his head.
A kind of sadness passes through the other man’s gaze for a second or two before he answers, “You can call me William.” When he smiles at Gabe, grin spreading across his face, he looks suddenly young, much younger than the years which seem to be held behind his eyes. It unsettles Gabe, somewhere deep inside himself where he almost can’t even consciously register it.
Gabe shakes it off as best he can. “Is that your name?” he counters.
In return he gets another grin and the reply of, “Sometimes,” before William (sure, Gabe’ll bite for now) is asking, “Still got legs? Yeah?”
“Uh... yeah, dude. I’ve still got legs,” Gabe confirms hesitantly, in the back of his mind wondering whether this ‘William’ guy might be concussed too, or just plain nuts... or he could have even had something to do with the explosion, Gabe suddenly realises with a stab of panic in his chest.
“I’m still sort of worried about your internal organs,” William informs Gabe next, his voice as matter-of-fact as if he’d told Gabe that it was supposed to rain later or something. “Everyone’s, actually. I’ve never seen the Carillions venture out of their territory, let alone as far as Earth. I should think it’ll be a rebel faction rather than a full on invasion or anything, but I’d best follow it up as soon as I get a minute... No real threat for now, though, since the current situation has been neutralised. Which was the whole... light -” William makes a vague circular gesture in the air with his hands, “thing-y which happened. So.” William takes a deep breath, smiling at Gabe in a manner which Gabe is sure was meant to be reassuring. “Now we just need to make sure there won’t be any adverse effects for those caught in the blast and I’ve picked you as my lucky test subject, uh... What was your name, again?”
Despite the effort William is putting into that smile, Gabe finds himself somewhat lacking in reassurance, mainly because Gabe is far from having shaken the suspicion that this guy is a grade ‘A’ nut job. “Gabe. And...Test subject?”
“Um. Patient,” William says, still smiling brightly.
“So, you’re a doctor now.” Gabe raises a skeptical eyebrow.
“Sure.” William nods. “Sort of.”
“And I should trust you because...”
“I just saved the world!” William counters, Gabe taken aback as a shade of desperation suddenly taints those eyes with something other than their deep chestnut colour. “I saved New Jersey, definitely North America, and probably the whole world, again, and the only thing I’m asking of you... the only thing I’ve ever asked any of you...” William’s voice is infected with the slightest of tremors, now, heightening the intensity in his voice to match his gaze, “is that you trust me.”
Gabe takes a deep breath, like he’s only just remembering how. He can’t look away, much less say anything other than he does; “Ten minutes.”
William smiles. “Huh?”
“Okay. Ten minutes, then we’ll see.” Gabe repeats, glancing at his watch and then smiling back at William as he notes in the back of his mind that this is either going to be the worst, or best, decision that he’s ever made.
“Deal.” William grins. “Santi!”
Before Gabe can even open his mouth to ask what that means, William has grabbed his hand and they’re already running down the street. Gone. And Gabe thinks, yes.
They turn the corner at the next block, Gabe stumbling over the kerb slightly as William swerves without warning, and when he looks up from righting his footsteps again Gabe bumps into William, who has stopped suddenly.
His gaze shifting past William, Gabe steps to the side as he takes in the sight standing in front of them. A box; about a third taller than Gabe and roughly as wide as his arm span. Made of... wood, maybe? With two paneled doors and the words POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX emblazoned across the top. And, oh yeah. Really, really blue.
“It’s a box.”
“My box,” William corrects him, starting to step forward and tugging Gabe’s hand where their fingers are still entwined between them. “Come on. You’re wasting my ten minutes, here.”
Crazy, Gabe thinks, fear starting to flicker at the edge of his mind again as he forces himself to remember promising ten minutes and the way William’s smile had killed every last speck of doubt Gabe had thought he’d had. Even as he steps forward with William, Gabe starts saying “Dude. We’re not both gonna fit -”
The words die in Gabe’s throat as he pulls away from William just a moment later, spinning around on his heel and glancing around at his sudden new surroundings. When his eyes are drawn to William's again the disbelief is still evident in his gaze, but the corners of his mouth have begun to twitch upward in silent, disbelieving laughter, and there's a kind of curiosity beginning to form behind the fear in Gabe's expression. The space they're standing in is massive. It's not a room; room isn't the right word, not by far. Gabe doesn't know what to call it, though, with the curved, metal panelling stretching up to the ceiling, almost glowing from some source of light Gabe can't locate. In front of them, in the centre of the space, stands a metal platform built around some kind of control panel with weird looking instruments all over it.
William smirks at Gabe, all confidence with a hint of told-you-so. "Do you like my box?"
Gabe lifts a hand to his forehead, rubbing at his temple with his thumb and frowning as he looks around once more before making eye contact with William again. "...Bigger on the inside?"
"Pretty much," William nods, smiling as he adds; "and you haven't seen the half of it yet. But first -” William takes the steps in front of them two at a time, Gabe following more slowly to watch as William dashes over to the console, snatching something up from where it’s resting on one of the five panels. It looks something like a pen, only bigger and much more intricate; made of what looks to Gabe like a mixture of dark wood inlaid with bright metal that could be brass or copper.
Gesturing with his free hand to a reclining chair Gabe hadn’t noticed before, William gently pushes Gabe when he doesn’t move. “Take a seat,” he tells Gabe, quiet but firm.
Gabe looks at his watch. Ten minutes, forty six seconds, he thinks. Then he sits down.
William nudges a lever on the side of the chair with his foot, causing it to recline and sending a jolt of fear through Gabe. He looks at William, questioning. “Not gonna hurt,” William reassures him, giving the slightest nod of his head and a small smile.
“What is that?” Gabe asks, eyeing the device in William’s hand.
“Oh, this? Sonic screwdriver,” William says matter-of-factly, fiddling with the buttons and causing the instrument to exude a couple of high pitched whistling sounds, the end of the screwdriver glowing with a burst of crimson light each time. Clocking the look on Gabe’s face, William explains, “It does... just about anything. Except wood, ironically...” William frowns at the object in his hand for a second before snapping his attention back to Gabe. “But anyway. Just about anything, including a handy medical scan.” Twirling the screwdriver, William points it down at Gabe’s body, starting at his abdomen and scanning down to his feet, then up to his head, finishing back at Gabe’s belly again. The device makes a popping noise when the whistling stops, the light flashing green for a split second before a strip of paper begins printing out of a slot on the console panel behind William. He spins around, ripping the paper from the slot and lifting it in his hands to examine the squiggles printed on it. “You’re good,” he grins at Gabe. “Nothing churn-y or liquid that shouldn’t be and nothing melting at all. Oh, and just don’t go to sleep for a few hours. Your head will be fine.”
“That’s...” Gabe takes in William’s grin. It’s infectious, to say the least. His own smile, wide and relaxed, spreads easily across his features. “Awesome.” He sits up on the edge of the still-reclined chair and holds a hand out to William. “Thanks.”
William shakes his hand. “Santi,” he replies, pulling Gabe up onto his feet before bounding across the console platform to press some buttons. The large tubular structure which runs from the console up to the ceiling then starts to glow with a bright blue light, bubbles rising from the base and up through a clear liquid which fills the tube. A strange sound fills the space of the room (ship? Gabe thinks. dimension?), matching the ebb and glow of the blue light. Gabe can’t really even describe the sound, except for the fact it seems to cut right through him; right through to his soul. Like it’s alive.
A shiver runs down Gabe’s spine as he tries to distract himself by asking, “What does that mean? ‘Santi’?”
William only glances at Gabe before dropping his eyes to focus on the console in front of him, leaning forward to rest both hands flat on the panel. His eyes close for just a second, a small smile forming on his lips as he sighs. “It means... Everything. Everything positive and good in this universe. It means ‘thank you’, it means ‘hello’, it means... love. It’s something my friends and I used to say to each other.”
“Not anymore?” Gabe slowly walks over to William, letting his hand come to rest across William's fingers.
“They’re gone now.” William swallows, and Gabe can see the tightness in his throat. “All of them. I’m on my own.”
Gabe takes a deep breath. Suddenly, all he wants is to make William smile again. To take the sadness away, even just for a minute. For a moment. “What about me? I’m here.”
“My ten minutes are long gone,” William counters, his voice quiet; tired, maybe. “And you will be too, soon. You should be, probably. I’m dangerous, Gabe.” William turns his head to meet Gabe’s eyes, his own deadly serious.
Gabe wonders if he should be scared. He’s not. For the first time since that explosion, he’s just... not.”And what else?” He says. “I mean, not you. Obviously.” He smirks, and the expression echoes on William’s face. “When I came in here you said I ‘hadn’t seen the half of it’. So what else?”
“My box is a spaceship,” William tells him quickly, smiling as he shifts his stance to lean against the console still, but facing Gabe with his other hand on his hip. “Oh, and I’m an alien.”
“What else?” Gabe asks, smiling right back.
“It travels through time.” William lifts his chin, almost challenging Gabe. “It’s called a T.A.R.D.I.S: Time and Relative Dimension In Space.”
Gabe is oh-so careful to not react, appearing nonchalant. “What else?”
“Do you want to come?”
“Where?”
“Anywhere.” William tells him, cocking his head to the side as he reaches behind himself, hitting a button on the console without even looking; the activity of the TARDIS intensifying. “Just name it.”
For a second Gabe finds himself wondering how an alien might react to an answer of the bedroom, but on the realisation that such a statement might be a little bit forward on any day (even for Gabe), let alone a day like this with an alien, in a spaceship, Gabe changes his answer at the last second. He grins at William, almost laughing at the situation, at the insanity of it.
“Everywhere.”
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