𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇 ;

[dadyl]

𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃. / 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴. / 𝚅𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙾. / 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.

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[ There’s always that possibility. Part of Gabe wonders what would happen if Hell made him see an enemy - or, even worse, if Hell made him see Mazur. The thought sits sour in him. A new wound he hadn’t considered he’d face again.

But he breathes, and that spike of fear passes. The moment settles. And so does Gabe. He reaches out to curl his hand around Daryl’s wrist, his thumb slotting against Daryl’s pulse. ]

I’ll remember. Promise.

[dadyl]

[ It doesn't seem like Gabe wants to move so Daryl doesn't suggest it. His crossbow is propped almost within reach, he'll be able to lunge for it should anything come through that door, so it's okay. Everything is fine.

For now. ]

Go to sleep, okay? I got things under control.

[minuteofangle]

Okay.

[ It comes out soft. He trusts Daryl to watch his back, to keep him safe. And if one day their positions get reversed, Gabe knows he'll do the same. He has for his team. And even if Daryl isn't one of them, there's trust between them now. It matters in ways Gabe wasn't prepared for.

He breathes out. He settles. And in time, he sleeps. ]