24 - Gabriel - Video

[hung_garian]

[Gabriel looks a little uncomfortable when he pops up on screen. The pain's not even that bad, but to anyone who knows him, it shouldn't be a surprise to discover that he's still a huge baby about the mildest discomfort.]

I'm sure we're gonna be inundated with complaints about this before long if it is an experiment, buuuuut... all you people with

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[doctorsoldier]

[See John stare. Mostly out of abject confusion on the 'wings' and then the 'magical flying ponies' parts of that.]

I'm not...a veterinarian or anything, but I do know muscle spasms. I've been having them too, right over my shoulder blades.

[hung_garian]

[Have a look Gabriel's much more used to receiving than giving, John. It's called 'oh my god are you crazy?'.]

Buddy, I was joking before, but now? I'm starting to think you actually did hit your head when you lost your memory. I'm not cutting my back open. For a start, human arms? They're tiny. Wouldn't reach.

[doctorsoldier]

[You can get that look right on back! Except John does it with a practiced, somewhat downtrodden grace.]

Call me if you feel them starting to erupt. I can help the process. Believe it or not, the lovely men and women that run this hospital have seen it fit to provide me with a scalpel.

[Well not really. Kenzi stole him one.]

[hung_garian]

You?

[Well, not that he'll admit to it, but Gabriel actually would trust John with a scalpel. Still. Pretending he doesn't makes him feel better... it doesn't make much sense, but Gabriel usually doesn't.]

I think I'll take my chances with the mini arms and the 90 degree neck, thanks, if it gets to that point.

[Or more likely he'll just use his mind, but whatever.]

[doctorsoldier]

[He nods slowly and then sighs, grinning again. He claps Gabriel on the shoulder and glances down and then up again.]

Well, call me if you need to. And go ahead and put your shirt on. Not too bad for not being a stripper.

[What? He can joke!]

[hung_garian]

Aww, you mean it? Thanks, John. Coming from an expert like you, I really am flattered.

[He slips the shirt back on, rolling his shoulders again in discomfort.]

See you 'round, yeah?

[doctorsoldier]

I've a feeling you will.

[And there, the guy version of a hug. Handshake? Don't leave him hanging, Gabe.]

[hung_garian]

Be still, my beating heart.

[Handshakes? He's amused by the gesture, but sure, he'll go along with it.]

[doctorsoldier]

Let's hope not. Just in case we aren't all dead.

[John's got a good grip. A soldier's handshake, clean, simple, to the point. And now he'll show himself out. And see if Sherlock's having the same trouble.]