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Gabe Wilder (afterwedie) wrote in we_float,
@ 2010-07-02 20:36:00

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character: gabriel wilder, character: zadkiel thrush

Who: Zadkiel Thrush and Gabriel Wilder
What: Zadkiel wants to meet and discuss a number of things.
When: Friday, July 2
Where: The clinic, then who knows?
Status: Open; in progress

He wondered why Zadkiel wanted to talk.

It wasn't a question that Gabe would ask but it weighed on his mind as he lit his cigarette and inhaled the smoke, feeling the warmth against his lips and simply holding it there for that reason alone. He leaned against the wall, feeling cool red brick press against his cheek as he took another drag. Six o'clock and he wondered if Zadkiel would come outside or if he'd need to go in.

There were a lot of things that Gabe was wondering- it was easiest to stick with the same things than to look back on the others. Particularly after his conversation with Maxxie. Everything repeats, he told himself. Especially other people's advice.

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lifeibreathe
2010-07-03 03:54 am UTC (link)

Zadkiel stepped out of the clinic, taking several steps down the sidewalk before he registered that Gabe was actually there. He knew that the other man had agreed to meet him, but he'd managed to convince himself that he wouldn't show up, and that it was better that way.

He bit down on the urge to say, 'You came!' because it would have been a statement of the obvious and embarrassing in its puppydog-ness. What came out instead was, "You know you're some number of times more likely to get bronchitis if you smoke? I could send you an e-pamphlet about it." One corner of his mouth quirked into a not-quite-smile.

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	afterwedie 2010-07-03 04:10 am UTC (link)
	"Hey, I can't fucking afford an anti-cancer trait," Gabe said easily. He grinned, though the grin was faint. "Uh, hang on." He stubbed the cigarette out on the ground, sticking the butt back in his pocket. He stood there for a moment, not quite sure of what to say as he looked at Zadkiel. The "Uhh, how you been?" didn't sound quite right as he voiced it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lifeibreathe 2010-07-03 04:21 am UTC (link)
	"I..." And then he wasn't sure how to finish the sentence. To say that he was fine would be a lie, but anything else would put Gabe under some kind of pressure to... he wasn't sure what. "I've had better weeks," Zadkiel finally managed. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	afterwedie 2010-07-03 04:30 am UTC (link)
	"Me too," he answered quietly. "Come on. Let's fucking... go get a Coke or something." Gabe gestured towards the end of the street. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

lifeibreathe
2010-07-03 04:36 am UTC (link)

Zadkiel followed him, his hands shoved into his pockets. He wanted to ask what had happened, but he wasn't sure he should bring anything up while they were walking down the street. For all he knew, it was something that Gabe wouldn't want overheard.

Then again, for all he knew, Gabe wouldn't answer if he asked. So he didn't.

"There's a park," he said. "A few blocks from here. If you want."

	afterwedie 2010-07-03 06:07 am UTC (link)
	"Not believing in what?" Gabe asked. His voice was still quiet, still disbelieving. He expected Zadkiel to walk away, was standing there with every hair on the back of his neck on edge. Waiting. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)