The dead wife. Yeah, he'd skimmed something after deciding who to target. It was enough of a push that most people needed--though Harrison, it seemed, was not just most people.
His jaw is still half-locked, and he finally stands, pausing a moment to crack his neck. It's less to be intimidating and more because of the position he's in, though mentally he's coming up on a roadblock.
It's very easy to look like you're not panicking when you deal with emotion on a regular basis.
"I have a feeling with the way you're circling like a vulture, you're going to tell me." And, after a brief pause: "...You're going to stick me in one of those padded rooms, aren't you?"
Speed or not, Gabe could at least try to run. No way he could do that, with only himself. He needed someone. Always, someone. He could never be alone for too long.
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His jaw is still half-locked, and he finally stands, pausing a moment to crack his neck. It's less to be intimidating and more because of the position he's in, though mentally he's coming up on a roadblock.
It's very easy to look like you're not panicking when you deal with emotion on a regular basis.
"I have a feeling with the way you're circling like a vulture, you're going to tell me." And, after a brief pause: "...You're going to stick me in one of those padded rooms, aren't you?"
Speed or not, Gabe could at least try to run. No way he could do that, with only himself. He needed someone. Always, someone. He could never be alone for too long.