"Fine," Gabe repeats, and there's frustration fitting of a 20 year old laced in his voice. He'll do it. He'll do it to survive and then find a way to leave this entire shit can behind him. Maybe Coast City. His parents got married there.
What seems like hours tick by and, suddenly worried, and he puts a hand to the glass to try to peer around. He's nowhere to be seen. Wells has ditched him. Injected him with a nice round ofhope and then--
And then he's practically slammed against glass and something's being put on him. A collar, and Gabe's hands fly up to grab at what it is. He's about to pull it off when his brain catches up with how fast Wells is going. Almost immediately he drops his hands, brows wide, showing it was completely unintentional. That he's doing this willingly.
"Something tells me you're going to fuck me over," he mutters, but on his face is still that sweet, all-american smile.
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Date: 2016-06-14 09:41 am (UTC)What seems like hours tick by and, suddenly worried, and he puts a hand to the glass to try to peer around. He's nowhere to be seen. Wells has ditched him. Injected him with a nice round ofhope and then--
And then he's practically slammed against glass and something's being put on him. A collar, and Gabe's hands fly up to grab at what it is. He's about to pull it off when his brain catches up with how fast Wells is going. Almost immediately he drops his hands, brows wide, showing it was completely unintentional. That he's doing this willingly.
"Something tells me you're going to fuck me over," he mutters, but on his face is still that sweet, all-american smile.