"It's not withdrawal, I'm dying." Gabe says, but there's a distinct lack of anger. A lack of arrogance, too--Gabe sounds hollow. He feels hollow. He doesn't quite feel like much of anything at the moment.

Harrison is there. Like he never left, Harrison is there. Hands behind his back. Smug. Gabe's not asking for much--Gabe's asking to be near someone. That's it. That's all. And this guy is spouting off some nonsense like Gabe feeds on human emotions like one of those 'emotional vampires' books he knows Natalie has.

He feels clammy. Sweaty. Gabe steels his gaze as best as he can, but really, he just feels like he has some sort of hayfever.

"In a few hours I'll be dead, so it won't matter, Wells."