[Gabriel had every intention of giving Michael the cold-shoulder and silent treatment. He lets his elbow fold under his weight a he shifts to sort of half-lean against the wall with one shoulder, other hand still pressed to his wounded side. He sets his head against the cool surface, closing his eyes and sort of luring his mind a little deeper into feeling out this powerless form. He can feel he's no where near healed enough for anything too strenuous. He wonders what his brother thinks he has in mind for him.
At the sound of pills rattling in a small bottle, Gabriel turns his gaze towards Michael. He can't help but to laugh a little bitterly.]
Yes, that's good, drug me up till I'm peaceful and compliant to your every whim.
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At the sound of pills rattling in a small bottle, Gabriel turns his gaze towards Michael. He can't help but to laugh a little bitterly.]
Yes, that's good, drug me up till I'm peaceful and compliant to your every whim.