Location: mystery ink Person: @gabriclsanson​

No sign of him in the library on the floor which wasn’t entirely uncommon, but it felt almost ominous. A sinking feeling filled his gut as he quietly made his way to the back offices. They were all too familiar and that guilt that he’d felt that day he’d sunk his fangs into Gabriel returned. He was still on thin fucking ice, they hadn’t spoken since that day in the market, but he needed to see him. Jamie needed to see him alive and unharmed for the sake of his own sanity. If Gabriel wanted to insult him again and send him on his way, that was fine, he deserved it, he could handle it. It was with some kind of fucked up nostalgia that he knocked on one of the closed office doors. There’d been a time that he’d been excited to be back in the office areas, afternoons spent playfully snarking at each other between kisses that he’d long ago told himself didn’t mean anything. And they didn’t, but that didn’t mean he didn’t hold some affection for the cubi, that he didn’t somehow remind him of home just a bit, of the best parts of his sire. He counted down from ten and there wasn’t a response but he could hear the heartbeat on the other side of the door, knew he was there and he wasn’t going to leave until he had some sort of physical proof. “It’s me, Gabe. We din have tae talk, jus’ wanted tae see ye.” @gabrielxnikephoros​