Gabe's anger is still there, still very much alive and inherent, but he can't do anything. He's trapped; useless, left to feel like a caged animal with a death sentence looming over him. Nothing he's trying is working and Wells was reading him like a book. No--less than a book. Gabe might as well have been a fucking pamphlet.
The hand against the glass curls.
"I could help you find out--I can't be in here. I can't be on my own. It's not a matter of pride or anything stupid like that. Wells. Wells. I can't do it."
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Date: 2016-06-06 09:18 am (UTC)Gabe's anger is still there, still very much alive and inherent, but he can't do anything. He's trapped; useless, left to feel like a caged animal with a death sentence looming over him. Nothing he's trying is working and Wells was reading him like a book. No--less than a book. Gabe might as well have been a fucking pamphlet.
The hand against the glass curls.
"I could help you find out--I can't be in here. I can't be on my own. It's not a matter of pride or anything stupid like that. Wells. Wells. I can't do it."