Hah. Of course it was never going to be easy. It feels like a mistake in the aftermath, yet another line in the sand that he's trampled over. Something careless, something reckless - and hasn't that always been the accusation that hurt the most? That he doesn't care, that he doesn't think before he acts. And it stings because that's always been the accusation the people he cares for have thrown at him. That he does things that they have to suffer for.

What a goddamn mess.

Gabe drags his hand down his face, tired and entirely too sober. The aftermath hits him like a train. Devastating.

Hah.

"Don't follow me," he murmurs, and moves to the door.