"What?" He asks, even though he knows every well what's happened. The conclusion Wells has made. It's a damn good one, too. It's one that rings a little too true, a little too thick, like too much butter on a small amount of bread.
Gabe has never wanted to drain the life from someone more than when he sees that smile on Wells' face.
He lets out a yell--it's loud, and it's primal--and without even thinking he smashes both of his hands on the clear part of the cell, as if that can somehow quell the sudden surge of rage.
Fuck Wells.
Fuck Wells.
"You're a goddamn piece of shit," he hisses, and it's still seething with rage as he pounds on the glass a third time. A forth time.
He's not sure when he actually starts screaming for Wells to let him out.
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Date: 2016-06-06 09:51 am (UTC)"What?" He asks, even though he knows every well what's happened. The conclusion Wells has made. It's a damn good one, too. It's one that rings a little too true, a little too thick, like too much butter on a small amount of bread.
Gabe has never wanted to drain the life from someone more than when he sees that smile on Wells' face.
He lets out a yell--it's loud, and it's primal--and without even thinking he smashes both of his hands on the clear part of the cell, as if that can somehow quell the sudden surge of rage.
Fuck Wells.
Fuck Wells.
"You're a goddamn piece of shit," he hisses, and it's still seething with rage as he pounds on the glass a third time. A forth time.
He's not sure when he actually starts screaming for Wells to let him out.