As Gabe stepped closer, Harrison stood taller. Back straight, shoulders square, moving to clasp his hands behind his back. His face was a stone cold mask as the other spoke, a single eyebrow lifting showing the only indication of any sort of emotion. He wasn't impressed or pleased. He was irritated.
When he spoke again, his voice was lower still. Husky and breathy, and still bitterly cold. A far cry from the warm tutor and mentor he'd been to his team.
"You're not pushing. You're stumbling around in the dark with no actual goals."
But pushing. That was an interesting notion. He wouldn't have described what he'd felt as any sort of push. Coaxing and pulling perhaps, but not pushing. He was being drawn toward Gabe, as was the rest of the team. But if he changed tactics, what could he achieve? All at once it fell into place. The way Gabe had been touching his wrist, and the information surrounding his mother's death. So soon after the particle accelerator explosion. And the obituary hadn't said a word about how the woman had died, which left only a few options.
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Date: 2016-06-05 09:45 pm (UTC)When he spoke again, his voice was lower still. Husky and breathy, and still bitterly cold. A far cry from the warm tutor and mentor he'd been to his team.
"You're not pushing. You're stumbling around in the dark with no actual goals."
But pushing. That was an interesting notion. He wouldn't have described what he'd felt as any sort of push. Coaxing and pulling perhaps, but not pushing. He was being drawn toward Gabe, as was the rest of the team. But if he changed tactics, what could he achieve? All at once it fell into place. The way Gabe had been touching his wrist, and the information surrounding his mother's death. So soon after the particle accelerator explosion. And the obituary hadn't said a word about how the woman had died, which left only a few options.
"Tell me, how did your mother actually die?"