“Do you know,” Jack began, “who my favorite person in the whole wide world is?”
“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say Gabriel Reyes,” Gabriel muttered, reaching out to dab at a jagged cut across Jack’s cheek with a cotton ball soaked in hydrogen peroxide. He wished Angela was here to do this shit. At the very least, she might be able to tell him what’s wrong with his friend. Truth serum of some sort, probably - with a slew of other non-lethal cocktails just to make things interesting. And boy, were things interesting at the moment.
The younger man gave a gasp. His pupils were blown so large that his blue eyes were mostly black. “How did you know?” he asked, voice low and hushed, like they were sharing secrets or something.
“Because you’ve been saying it non-stop since I saved your dumbass from those rebel punks,” Gabriel grumbled. “I can’t believe you got yourself nabbed by a bunch of amateaur terrorists. What the hell is wrong with you?”
Jack hummed and slouched back in his seat, all but slipping off it as his limbs went offline yet again. They were about as disconnected from the present as Jack’s mind was at the moment. Gabriel had to literally carry him out of the rebel hideout like a damn damsel in distress - which he might as well have been, given how utterly drugged he was.
“I love Gabe,” Jack was cooing to himself as Gabriel finished patching him up as best as he could. “He’s my best friend in the whole world. He’s gonna be the commander of Overwatch someday, you know.”
Well, that Gabriel could agree with. “I know,” he said, not bothering to tone down the cockiness. “He deserves it.”
“Uh huh. He’s the best.” Jack’s shoulders jerked as he surged up again, almost making it to his feet. Guy couldn’t sit still, but he also couldn’t stand, which left him literally flopping around like a fish out of water.
Gabriel grabbed him by his shoulders, pushing him back into his seat“Chill out for a minute, cabrón - ”
Gabriel jerked back and sent the man a startled look. The drugs, he remembered suddenly, forcing himself to calm down. Jack was drugged. He couldn’t be held accountable for anything he said. Right?
“He’s just so,” Jack’s hands spasmed, “so amazing, everything he does is amazing, and - beautiful, did I mention he’s beautiful? God, his face - his lips - his hair, god, I just wanna run my fingers through it, you know?”
Gabriel swallowed hard. “Okay,” he ground out, “I think it’s time for you to take a nap.”
“It’s time for me to kiss Gabriel Reyes,” Jack decided, suddenly wide awake. “I’m really gonna do it this time.”
“I - what do you mean ‘this time’?” Gabriel asked, but Jack was suddenly moving, wobbling his way into the other room on the airship where the others were awkwardly waiting. Gabriel rushed after him, cursing.
“Gabe!” Jack barked, zeroing in on McCree, who had been half asleep in his seat until Jack’s rude entrance.
Before the kid could so much as bark out an annoyed reply, Jack had seized him by the lapels of his uniform and slammed their heads together in what was probably supposed to be a kiss. Instead, McCree’s nose snapped with an audible crack against Jack’s forehead.
“Why?” he wailed, sinking back into his seat with his hands over his bleeding nose. “God fuggin’ dammit, that hurt!”
“Watch your fuckin’ mouth, kid,” Gabriel snapped at him.
Jack squinted down at the young agent, then turned to Gabriel, expression utterly lost. “Where’s Gabe?” he mumbled. “I need to see Gabe.”
“Right here,” Gabriel said, exasperated. He opened his arms to the man, hoping to coax him back before he decided to go attack Lena in the pilot seat and get them all killed. “I’m right here, Jack.”
Jack stared at him unblinkingly for a long time, seemingly frozen in place as his mind struggled to connect the dots. Something must have come back online, because suddenly the man was smiling brilliantly at him, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the force of it. In that same second, Gabriel felt something in his gut stir.
“Hi, Gabe,” Jack said, voice warmer than it’d ever been. “I love you.”
“H-hi, Jack - goddammit!” Jack’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and Gabriel just barely managed to catch him before he passed out in a puddle on the airship floor. Gabriel let out a heavy sigh and let the man slump against him.
“So,” McCree said through a nasally slur, “when’s the weddin’?”
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