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[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

So Steve made these little radios, you see.

And Gabriel went off somewhere at some point and he, um, well, he hasn't been answering his.

And Steve is worried. (If Sylar has done something untoward, then Steve swears to any Shattered gods that he will kick the man's psychopathic ass.)

Fortunately, he knows of at least two people on the farm who might be able to reassure him as to his boyfriend's continued safety, and both of them are fairly easy to pick out of a crowd.

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[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

Inty hugs back, with her arms around his waist and her head leaning on his shoulder and her eyes full of ridiculous helpless biological tears. She liked Gabriel. He was-- he was a Gabriel, and now he's



And now





And now Steve needs her and she can't fall to pieces just yet, no matter what else she's failed to see today.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

That makes two of them crying, then.

If you asked him to right now, Steve couldn't describe what he's thinking. He just feels like his brain has shut down, trapping him inside this one specific fact that Gabriel is dead.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

Some facts are so big that when they come into your mind there stops being room for anything else.

Intuition is currently holding two.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Steve would ask, but grief is selfish and he isn't psychic.

He thinks that she's only crying for his Gabriel.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

She might as well be. After all, her Gabriel isn't dead. He might even be home.

(The knowledge doesn't help much.)

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Considering his home? He probably wouldn't be having a whale of a time, no.

Apologies to your sensibilities, Inty, but Steve has started swearing again in between sobs. It isn't helping one bit. It's hardly even conscious; more like a leg jerking when a hammer strikes the knee.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

All things considered, Inty's sensibilities can take the hit.