Nonononono. Not me. Not me. I wouldn't. I couldn't. I didn't. It isn't possible. Why? Why would I? Ohgod. Oh, God. Gabriel's thought patterns were frantic, open, and bared to the point that there was absolutely not resistance when Peter brushed against his mind. He still lacked the composure that it would have taken to respond verbally, his head still shaking at anything that was said to him, eyes still firmly fixed on the ground.
He couldn't look at Peter. He wouldn't look at Peter. He couldn't risk it happening again. He'd thought the noise had been bad, unbearable, but the calm was so much worse if it made him do things like this. And he hadn't been able to stop it. He hadn't been able to stop himself.
"Just kill me."
The words were quiet, barely a whisper, but it was the only answer that his mind was giving him right now.