He's aware of how tall Harrison is, suddenly. Gabe is closer but Harrison pulls himself to his full height. Gabe can't help but smirk. He's honestly impressed--and it shows in his face.
He could use less monotony in his voice. It tasted different. Nefarious, maybe. Like copper and sulphur and not at all like what he's used to from Harrison.
He's wrong, though--Gane has goals. Gabe has a particular set of goals, and he's about to comment about it when Harrison continues. Gabe's smirk widens.
"You're smart, Wells." His hand moves up, ghosting his fingers on the others cheek, leaning in just a little too close. "You can figure that out."
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Date: 2016-06-05 10:18 pm (UTC)He could use less monotony in his voice. It tasted different. Nefarious, maybe. Like copper and sulphur and not at all like what he's used to from Harrison.
He's wrong, though--Gane has goals. Gabe has a particular set of goals, and he's about to comment about it when Harrison continues. Gabe's smirk widens.
"You're smart, Wells." His hand moves up, ghosting his fingers on the others cheek, leaning in just a little too close. "You can figure that out."