Gabriel stands in front of his bathroom mirror and runs his hands back through his hair. He's not sure what he's going to say to Johnny that he hasn't already said. He hates that Johnny doesn't trust him enough to tell him what happened that night, and he wishes that he knew just who or what Johnny is trying to protect from him. Most of all, he hates that Johnny doesn't trust him to do what's right.
Maybe they won't even talk about it. It can just be a normal date. That's doubtful. He knows that he won't be able to stop himself from pressing for the truth.
He rolls his eyes at his own reflection, then vanishes.
He arrives in an alley close to the restaurant.
Before he hears the agonized grunt of pain or the mumbled slur, he feels Johnny here. He's radiating agony. The feeling strikes him like a bullet that pushes its way out through his chest, and he staggers forward a step before he turns.
He sees the hulking body first, then the blood.
He strides closer as fast as his legs will take him, grips the man by the neck, and yanks him off of Johnny. The neanderthal flails in his grip, trying to dislodge Gabriel's hand with his own. He tosses him aside, and he hears something crack, but he doesn't check to see if it was the wall or the man. Johnny is what's important here.
He steps over, his heart pounding in his chest. Johnny's still breathing. Oh, God. Johnny's still breathing. "Johnny-" His own breath hitches. "It's gonna be okay."
A groan and the sound of denim over cement and broken brick, and the man is up. He squares his stance and doesn't show any sign that he's going to stop.
"Daddy to the rescue," he says, voice dripping with disgust. "Fucking fags."
Gabriel doesn't stop in his motion to kneel beside Johnny. He needs to heal him now because this is bad and it's only going to get worse if he does nothing. Johnny's cheek is hot and covered in blood when he slides his hand over it. "You're okay now." He starts healing him, but there's a lot to do. I should have been here earlier, he thinks, desperately.
A booted foot connects with his ribs and he draws in a sharp breath. When he looks up at the man hovering over both of them, he makes no effort to hide the unrestrained rage that he's feeling. He sneers. The man spits in his face.
He doesn't have time for this.
The man's eyes widen in shock and he grips frantically at his chest as he falls backward against the brick wall of the alley. He breathes in hiccups and starts. Blood spots his lips as his boot leaves a small streak of black rubber against the gray concrete.
"Stay down," Gabriel growls out. The man is visibly panicked, but he doesn't try to move again.
Gabriel wipes the spit from his cheek and turns back to Johnny.
yeeeeah, lots of violence, a homophobic slur, general awfulness
Maybe they won't even talk about it. It can just be a normal date. That's doubtful. He knows that he won't be able to stop himself from pressing for the truth.
He rolls his eyes at his own reflection, then vanishes.
He arrives in an alley close to the restaurant.
Before he hears the agonized grunt of pain or the mumbled slur, he feels Johnny here. He's radiating agony. The feeling strikes him like a bullet that pushes its way out through his chest, and he staggers forward a step before he turns.
He sees the hulking body first, then the blood.
He strides closer as fast as his legs will take him, grips the man by the neck, and yanks him off of Johnny. The neanderthal flails in his grip, trying to dislodge Gabriel's hand with his own. He tosses him aside, and he hears something crack, but he doesn't check to see if it was the wall or the man. Johnny is what's important here.
He steps over, his heart pounding in his chest. Johnny's still breathing. Oh, God. Johnny's still breathing. "Johnny-" His own breath hitches. "It's gonna be okay."
A groan and the sound of denim over cement and broken brick, and the man is up. He squares his stance and doesn't show any sign that he's going to stop.
"Daddy to the rescue," he says, voice dripping with disgust. "Fucking fags."
Gabriel doesn't stop in his motion to kneel beside Johnny. He needs to heal him now because this is bad and it's only going to get worse if he does nothing. Johnny's cheek is hot and covered in blood when he slides his hand over it. "You're okay now." He starts healing him, but there's a lot to do. I should have been here earlier, he thinks, desperately.
A booted foot connects with his ribs and he draws in a sharp breath. When he looks up at the man hovering over both of them, he makes no effort to hide the unrestrained rage that he's feeling. He sneers. The man spits in his face.
He doesn't have time for this.
The man's eyes widen in shock and he grips frantically at his chest as he falls backward against the brick wall of the alley. He breathes in hiccups and starts. Blood spots his lips as his boot leaves a small streak of black rubber against the gray concrete.
"Stay down," Gabriel growls out. The man is visibly panicked, but he doesn't try to move again.
Gabriel wipes the spit from his cheek and turns back to Johnny.