How do we know? Gabe doesn’t ask, though. He fears, quietly, that the answer might be God told Mancea. And if that’s the case, both of them will have to live with that scaffolding for the aftermath. There won’t be any coming back from that.
Gabe rests his head against Mancea’s shoulder, breathing out slow.
“And if it’s overrun?”
Gabe has a big stick and some knives. But even Mancea’s not bold or optimistic enough to give him a gun and expect that to end well. If there’s trouble, and there will certainly be some fucking trouble, Gabe won’t be much help in dealing with it.
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Date: 2025-12-22 02:11 am (UTC)Gabe rests his head against Mancea’s shoulder, breathing out slow.
“And if it’s overrun?”
Gabe has a big stick and some knives. But even Mancea’s not bold or optimistic enough to give him a gun and expect that to end well. If there’s trouble, and there will certainly be some fucking trouble, Gabe won’t be much help in dealing with it.