It was already late when Reyes made his way through the department to hear the “smack smack smacking” of fists hitting cushioned leather.
The lights low, the training room smelt of sweat (expected) and blood (not expected).
“You want to explain what you’re doing here after hours beating shit up senseless?”
“Fuck off,” came the gruff reply, laden with strain in the dim lighting. A punch, “I don’t need your pity.” One-two.
Gabriel made his way over to the boxing ring, the dummy Morrison was targeting had long been worn in. Bent in the chest, leather split, metal soaked in skin and blood.
“Stop.” One-two.
“Go away.” came the exhale, One.
“Morrison, stop.” One-Two-Three-Haymaker!
“Leave me the fuck alone!” Jack yelled hoarsely, watching the dummy finally submit and break backwards. “I don’t want to hear your lecturing how I fucked up. I know I did.” He sniffed loudly, wiping his nose with bloodied fists.Gabriel sat on the edge, rummaging through Morrison bag and pulled out what looked like a first-aid kit. “Come sit here.” Jack stared at him, chest heaving his oxygen intake before, reluctantly, making his way over and sitting besides his mentor.
“I’m sorry,”
“It happens, we all make mistakes.” Gabriel replied calmly, taking Jack’s hand in his and rubbing the cream over the bloody knuckles. “You’ve got an anger issue.” A statement more than a question.
“Always have, tried to work it out.” Jack replied dryly, watching the dark fingers work with an usual grace wrapping around the digits and knuckles, over his palms, the white spotting pink in places.
“You’re my partner,” Gabriel had said, “You got a problem, you talk to me, we’ll work it out together.” Tying them snugly.
Jack flexed his hand as Gabriel worked on his other hand. Feeling the hatred in his chest quell.
“Yeah…thanks partner”Neon Noir Overwatch AU.
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