[ Yeah, he's going to feel this later. Gabe fights down the laughter again, that manic energy that sometimes threatens to bubble up and overtake him. Sometimes he just gets the urge to go sharp. To make it a fight, something that he can win. And there's a part of him that knows it isn't right, or at the very least isn't normal. He thinks something got twisted up inside of him a long time ago, like a wound that healed crooked. He thinks this is just how he is now, unless he works to keep it wrapped up. And he thinks Hell is making it worse.
He bares his teeth at nothing. At everything. ]
Do it.
[ Recklessness is one of his sins, printed bold on that damn list of his. What's a little pain, on balance? What does it really matter? He'd rather empty his mind. Go boneless and still. He rocks back against Daryl, digging his nails into the ground, and fights down that laughter again. That sharper edge. ]
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He bares his teeth at nothing. At everything. ]
Do it.
[ Recklessness is one of his sins, printed bold on that damn list of his. What's a little pain, on balance? What does it really matter? He'd rather empty his mind. Go boneless and still. He rocks back against Daryl, digging his nails into the ground, and fights down that laughter again. That sharper edge. ]