He would have rolled his eyes if he could--he only half notices the flourish, too wound up in his own self misery and pity. He puts something in his ears again--probably to just mock him--but the other vibrates, moves--
--and Gabe uses the last of his energy to jerk his head up from the floor, eyes wide, at the fact that Harrison was suddenly there.
It hits him like a brick--relief is evident on his face, even though he's still on the floor and confused as all hell. Can he meld through stuff, too? It doesn't matter. He's not getting pain, but he's getting feeling. He's getting the presence of another person, their aura, their hormones or whatever the fuck he'd said.
He's not alone.
"How?" He asks, not because he really wants to know but because he's floored and can't think of anything else to say as wind goes rushing back into his lungs.
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--and Gabe uses the last of his energy to jerk his head up from the floor, eyes wide, at the fact that Harrison was suddenly there.
It hits him like a brick--relief is evident on his face, even though he's still on the floor and confused as all hell. Can he meld through stuff, too? It doesn't matter. He's not getting pain, but he's getting feeling. He's getting the presence of another person, their aura, their hormones or whatever the fuck he'd said.
He's not alone.
"How?" He asks, not because he really wants to know but because he's floored and can't think of anything else to say as wind goes rushing back into his lungs.