Gabriel nodded to the hallway. If they were going to have this conversation, he didn't want to have it here. He stiffly walked out there, hands folded behind his back as he waited for her.
"Adrien and his mother were extremely close," he explained, his words short and clipped, which was the closest indication of pain he would betray.
"Imagine for a moment, waking up and experiencing that loss. Fresh. Raw. He is injured and needs to concentrate on healing, not mourning."
... it all sounded good. It sounded like logic and reason and even kindness, if you cut it a certain way, but it also smacked of cowardice. Gabriel didn't want to tell him.
Not again.
"Who says he will remember that conversation when he wakes up again?"
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"Adrien and his mother were extremely close," he explained, his words short and clipped, which was the closest indication of pain he would betray.
"Imagine for a moment, waking up and experiencing that loss. Fresh. Raw. He is injured and needs to concentrate on healing, not mourning."
... it all sounded good. It sounded like logic and reason and even kindness, if you cut it a certain way, but it also smacked of cowardice. Gabriel didn't want to tell him.
Not again.
"Who says he will remember that conversation when he wakes up again?"