[ Between running all over Detroit, stress working out a lot after his grandmother died and everything else he's kept in pretty good shape. ]
Yeah, yeah. [ He's flippant but he's reaching the end of his rope a little. He's glad Hank's going to step out for a minute.
He swallows around the lump in his throat. ] Take your time. See you in a bit then.
[ With that, he goes into the bathroom and closes the door. And immediatly runs over to the toilet and heaves and chokes over it. Blood and leftover bile come out and he coughs a few more times, the final bullet finally falling into his palm. Gavin's breath is ragged for a moment before he tosses it in the trash and flushes the toilet.
He stumbles over to the sink and looks at himself. He looks... the same, yet not. The bags and wrinkles under his eyes from the years of insomnia are suddenly gone, his mild eczema vanished and... what? The scar is still there, but he runs two fingers down each side of his nose. Then inhales harshly withot a snort or a honk. What the fuck? It un-deviated is septum?
He stares at his face again. It's like the mask of Gavin is suddenly gone and all he can see is his brother's face, fully for the first time in over a decade.
Fuck.
He almost rips off his belt, jeans and underwear and all but leaps into the shower. He turns the water on a scalding hot and stares at his hands.
He's too different now, isn't he? Too different from Eli? Gavin crumbles to the floor of the tub and cries. It's more like a howl, a growl, and he watches the blood circle down the drain.
Gavin just crouches there until the water runs cold, until he hears Hank and Sumo return. ]
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Yeah, yeah. [ He's flippant but he's reaching the end of his rope a little. He's glad Hank's going to step out for a minute.
He swallows around the lump in his throat. ] Take your time. See you in a bit then.
[ With that, he goes into the bathroom and closes the door. And immediatly runs over to the toilet and heaves and chokes over it. Blood and leftover bile come out and he coughs a few more times, the final bullet finally falling into his palm. Gavin's breath is ragged for a moment before he tosses it in the trash and flushes the toilet.
He stumbles over to the sink and looks at himself. He looks... the same, yet not. The bags and wrinkles under his eyes from the years of insomnia are suddenly gone, his mild eczema vanished and... what? The scar is still there, but he runs two fingers down each side of his nose. Then inhales harshly withot a snort or a honk. What the fuck? It un-deviated is septum?
He stares at his face again. It's like the mask of Gavin is suddenly gone and all he can see is his brother's face, fully for the first time in over a decade.
Fuck.
He almost rips off his belt, jeans and underwear and all but leaps into the shower. He turns the water on a scalding hot and stares at his hands.
He's too different now, isn't he? Too different from Eli? Gavin crumbles to the floor of the tub and cries. It's more like a howl, a growl, and he watches the blood circle down the drain.
Gavin just crouches there until the water runs cold, until he hears Hank and Sumo return. ]