It's been a while since Mancea's used his given name like that. Gabe swallows hard, wondering what the fuck that means. What he's supposed to take from that, if anyone could give him a sign. He doesn't hear God like Mancea seems to now. Sure, there were moments before where Mancea seemed to drift a little, get poetic about things. Usually when they were drinking scotch or reminiscing about old memories. Moments that might naturally bleed a little.
This feels different.
"I'm not going anywhere," he says finally. Not if he can help it. "But you're gonna have to help me when we go out. The food's not gonna last. We don't have much water, either."
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Date: 2025-12-22 12:01 am (UTC)This feels different.
"I'm not going anywhere," he says finally. Not if he can help it. "But you're gonna have to help me when we go out. The food's not gonna last. We don't have much water, either."