He wasn't fragile. No matter what Kaitlyn thought. But he was tired. Tired of feeling like this, but he knew it was only going to get worse. There were always consequences and he would have to deal with it. He would. For her. He didn't care.
Gabriel followed her upstairs to their bedroom and when she pushed him back on the bed and knelt down, unlacing his boots, he tilted his head, his eyes narrowed at her. 'I'm not a child,' was what he wanted to say, but when she looked up at him, he could tell that she was worried. His features softened and he just shook his head. You don't need to do all this. I'm fine. But he wasn't. She knew it. It was difficult to hide from her.
He pulled his shirt off and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He was tired, drowsy. She made him feel better, the pain was barely there, but it was something else that was lingering. He pulled the covers back and got into bed while Kaitlyn did whatever she was doing. He wasn't paying attention.
Gabriel stared up at the ceiling for what felt like forever and then he felt the bed dip. He turned, facing her as she did the same to him and he watched her. His fingers reached out and touched that red, flame hair that he loved so much.
We need to come up with a plan for when Frost and Jackal Mac do get here. It's inevitable. We need to end it. Once it was ended and they were dead, they could truly stop running. They wouldn't have to look over their shoulder anymore and Kaitlyn and Gabriel could finally settle down.