#preoverwatch

Gabriel yawned wide as he walked, tugging his beanie a little as he stalked down the hall way towards his room.  He probably shouldn't have stayed for a drink after work, he was going to be tired in the morning.  Tired Gabe was not a fun Gabe, but he'd had a tough shift of restraining himself from punching out drunk assholes.

Really, bar tending probably wasn't the job for him.  He'd much prefer getting into bar fights with the assholes than serving them.

The free drinks with the boss at the end of the night had soften the sharp edges of annoyance bordering on anger.

His thoughts on work stopped abruptly when he noticed something on the floor by his door.

On closer inspection he realised it wasn't a something it was a someone. Sitting by the door, back against the wall with his arms across his stomach, fast asleep.

"Qué chingados?"

Gabriel frowned, squatting in front of his room mate, he was about to reach over and pinch his nose to wake him.  That was until he noticed a bloodied lip and the small sack of clothes he had taken with him to the laundromat were still crumpled and dirty.

"Ey, Papí" Gabriel nudged his leg, "Morrison, wake up Niño"

Jack jumped awake and blinked up at Gabriel in confusion before huffing and rubbing his eyes "What time is it?" he asked.

"Late, what are you doing out here? what happened?" he asked offering him a hand to his feet.

"I lost my key" he grumbled while Gabe unlocked the door.

"Right, and it attacked your lip?" he asked giving him a look "You can't lie to me, unles-" he paused.  When he turned the room light on he was able to get a clear look at Jack's face.  His lip was split, still bleeding faintly but he had a nasty, deep purple bruise across his nose, cheek and eye, causing it to swell.  "Jesus, Jack" he breathed then growled "What the fuck happened?"

Jack groaned and sat on his bunk, using his shirt to mop his nose and lip. 

Gabriel was about to start growling when he didn’t answer.

“I was mugged" he grumbled.

"Fucking hell, Jack, did you call the police?"

"Why? for some change and a wallet that was falling apart? it's a waste of time" he shrugged as Gabe just stared at him.

"How about grievous bodily harm, cabron? Fuck, why didn't you call me, oh wait, you're the asshole who doesn't have a fucking phone" he ranted heading over to the sink "You could have came to the bar for the key" he pointed out still growling.

"I didn't want to bother you at work" he grumbled.

"Pinche idiota" he grumbled, back turned to the other as he washed his hands.

"I didn't ask to be mugged" Jack snapped, "I'm sorry that it was such an inconvenience to you" he growled dabbing his lip again.

"What are you talking about, rubio?" 

"You, you're pissed at me, it's not like I did this to myself to ruin your day" he said looking down at the blood stain on his shirt.

Gabriel rolled his eyes faintly, ringing out the cloth he had been rinsing and turning to the other.  "I'm not angry at you, Niño," he said dropping down to a squat in front of him again and reaching to clean the blood from his nose and lip "I'm angry that someone punched my room mate and that he had to sit out in the hall for hours because he doesn't like to be a bother" he huffed "Hold this" he commanded, dropping to his knees so he could pull his case out from under the bunk.

Jack just stared at him in surprise, speechless, holding the cloth to his lip. He had gotten a long with Gabe better than he thought he would have when they had first met, but he still wasn't sure if the man actually liked him or if he just tolerated him.  He somehow managed to portray himself as an uncaring unapologetic asshole while also seeming to be always willing to help out.  Even if he did swear the whole time.

"Here, I can't believe I didn't think of this earlier" he said throwing a phone onto the bed next to Jack "You have that, on the condition that if my phone breaks you let me steal it back" he said pulling out a little first aid kit, sitting cross legged as he shuffled through it.

"Gabe, I can't accept this" Jack replied quietly.

"You will fucking accept it, what if I get drunk and lost, who am I going to call to come rescue me?" he asked "Besides, looks like we have one key between us for now so we'll need to collaborate" he said motioning for him to move the cloth so he could close the split with a butterfly stitch.  When Jack winced Gabe smirked teasingly "Don't be a bitch about it"

"You're such an asshole" Jack mumbled making Gabriel laugh, a true laugh, not one of his sarcastic, shit eating laughs.

"I know Niño" he grinned.  

Jack rolled his eyes as he flushed faintly.  Holding the cloth to his swollen cheek.