Jack had not moved, blue-armoured hand covering his eyes, for about seven minutes, so Gabriel, who had been standing there for seven minutes and thirteen seconds with two large coffees from the commissary, cleared his throat.
“You’re not a goddamn vampire, Gabe, you can just come in, y’know.” Jack rasped, still without moving. Gabriel hadn’t really noticed before, how much silver raked through the gold of Jack’s hair these days.
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