There it was. "Don't think that you're more Daddy than me?" Added just as dryly rather than give it further sort of serious talk or thought. All the reply that was deserved to that line.
Next date could be longer, if they so chose to have another one- would likely have another one. Something just as good as far as either of them went when it came to things, the sort of habit that grew from not wanting to be exposed for too long. No matter how short of a date this could have been, it felt perfect in enough ways that the time spent out on it didn't matter- technically it wouldn't quite be ending even once they stepped back into the safehouse, "Good, would hope not."
There was one last look cast across the rooftop before Jack was following after, the shadows closing up behind him. It was just a step through a warm sort of darkness, not sense of being lost, knowing exactly where was needed to go in order to step out on the other side and into the safehouse.
For a moment Jack simply watched Gabriel, even as he let his jacket drop to hang on the back of a chair and was toing off his boots. They'd grown closer, hadn't they? Couldn't really deny it anymore, given the talk on the roof and what led to it. Had fallen into something routine in a way, and it was... good. Not what they'd started out as here at all.
Jack moved closer then, fingers curling around the end of that braid once he was dressed down to just about the same articles of clothing; blackened thumb brushing over the end of it. No tug, no pull, but he did come around so claws could drag a little over that cloth covered chest of Gabriel's. "Better?"
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Next date could be longer, if they so chose to have another one- would likely have another one. Something just as good as far as either of them went when it came to things, the sort of habit that grew from not wanting to be exposed for too long. No matter how short of a date this could have been, it felt perfect in enough ways that the time spent out on it didn't matter- technically it wouldn't quite be ending even once they stepped back into the safehouse, "Good, would hope not."
There was one last look cast across the rooftop before Jack was following after, the shadows closing up behind him. It was just a step through a warm sort of darkness, not sense of being lost, knowing exactly where was needed to go in order to step out on the other side and into the safehouse.
For a moment Jack simply watched Gabriel, even as he let his jacket drop to hang on the back of a chair and was toing off his boots. They'd grown closer, hadn't they? Couldn't really deny it anymore, given the talk on the roof and what led to it. Had fallen into something routine in a way, and it was... good. Not what they'd started out as here at all.
Jack moved closer then, fingers curling around the end of that braid once he was dressed down to just about the same articles of clothing; blackened thumb brushing over the end of it. No tug, no pull, but he did come around so claws could drag a little over that cloth covered chest of Gabriel's. "Better?"