Peter doesn't keep his cool much better than Gabriel does. He stands up straight with a jolt, staring at the shorter man with big, round eyes. "No," he breathes. Catching himself, he makes an effort to close his expression off, expecting Gabriel to turn around and reveal that it's a joke at Peter's expense, that he was stupid to think a dream could make Gabriel tell the truth and that Gabe knew all along what he was playing at.
Gabriel does not do that. In fact, after what looks like a moment of concentration, Gabriel attempts to flee the scene.
Well, shit. Shit on a shit bun. Peter can't even process what the hell this means, can't reconcile the Gabriel who showed up drunk to his apartment and left it full of booze and lake water with that Gabriel, but he's not going to let it go at that, either. "Wait!" he calls, stumbling as he hurries after Gabriel. "You're not -- you're not the Gabriel?"
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Peter doesn't keep his cool much better than Gabriel does. He stands up straight with a jolt, staring at the shorter man with big, round eyes. "No," he breathes. Catching himself, he makes an effort to close his expression off, expecting Gabriel to turn around and reveal that it's a joke at Peter's expense, that he was stupid to think a dream could make Gabriel tell the truth and that Gabe knew all along what he was playing at.
Gabriel does not do that. In fact, after what looks like a moment of concentration, Gabriel attempts to flee the scene.
Well, shit. Shit on a shit bun. Peter can't even process what the hell this means, can't reconcile the Gabriel who showed up drunk to his apartment and left it full of booze and lake water with that Gabriel, but he's not going to let it go at that, either. "Wait!" he calls, stumbling as he hurries after Gabriel. "You're not -- you're not the Gabriel?"