Barney, already startled by the delicate nature of the laughter from the back of his cab, risked a quick glance in his rearview mirror once he'd come to a stop at the red light - and had to glance again before he would believe the evidence of his own eyes.
A trick of the light. Right? That had to be it. Just a trick of the light. Barney looked towards the red light for a moment, bit his lip, and then tried very hard not to stare at Gabe in the mirror.
It was kind of like watching Beauty and the Beast all over again, which was the first metaphor to spring to Barney's mind because of the five times he'd watched the Disney film over the past two days with his daughter. Not that there had been a Beast in this scenario, but... there was a transformation, of sorts. Alright, maybe it wasn't the best metaphor. The point was, Gabe was somehow glowing. Not with light, but with beauty. With happiness. It managed to make Barney feel just slightly less hopeless than he'd been feeling in recent weeks.
His throat was a little too dry to talk. Otherwise, Barney might have asked, and probably looked like an idiot. Because it was probably just a trick of the light.
"So the word was sweater?" Fletch asked, completely undeterred by any imagined transformation.
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And Guild noticed those similarities, too. His gaze shifted from the cowboy hat down to 'Dad's' sandaled feet, and his eyes widened.
It would, of course, be just like Pleasant to find the reality with all the dimensional Shunters, wouldn't it? And good Shunters, too. Guild hadn't met many here, for the simple reason that none of them ever managed to fixate on anything outside this dimension that was remotely useful. Or, thus far, didn't kill you in horrible ways.
But this was beginning to pose a problem. One Shunter had already brought Pleasant here, and that was worrying enough. Add in that Shunter's father following his son here - perfectly understandably - and who knew how many would follow? What kind of chaos they could bring with them?
Guild was privately grateful that his daughter was staying so close. He'd never wanted his family to be mixed up in any of his work at the Sanctuary. "Then you're a Teleporter, too?"
Bespoke's expression became strangely fixed at the question, but he didn't say anything.
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Barney, already startled by the delicate nature of the laughter from the back of his cab, risked a quick glance in his rearview mirror once he'd come to a stop at the red light - and had to glance again before he would believe the evidence of his own eyes.
A trick of the light. Right? That had to be it. Just a trick of the light. Barney looked towards the red light for a moment, bit his lip, and then tried very hard not to stare at Gabe in the mirror.
It was kind of like watching Beauty and the Beast all over again, which was the first metaphor to spring to Barney's mind because of the five times he'd watched the Disney film over the past two days with his daughter. Not that there had been a Beast in this scenario, but... there was a transformation, of sorts. Alright, maybe it wasn't the best metaphor. The point was, Gabe was somehow glowing. Not with light, but with beauty. With happiness. It managed to make Barney feel just slightly less hopeless than he'd been feeling in recent weeks.
His throat was a little too dry to talk. Otherwise, Barney might have asked, and probably looked like an idiot. Because it was probably just a trick of the light.
"So the word was sweater?" Fletch asked, completely undeterred by any imagined transformation.
~~
And Guild noticed those similarities, too. His gaze shifted from the cowboy hat down to 'Dad's' sandaled feet, and his eyes widened.
It would, of course, be just like Pleasant to find the reality with all the dimensional Shunters, wouldn't it? And good Shunters, too. Guild hadn't met many here, for the simple reason that none of them ever managed to fixate on anything outside this dimension that was remotely useful. Or, thus far, didn't kill you in horrible ways.
But this was beginning to pose a problem. One Shunter had already brought Pleasant here, and that was worrying enough. Add in that Shunter's father following his son here - perfectly understandably - and who knew how many would follow? What kind of chaos they could bring with them?
Guild was privately grateful that his daughter was staying so close. He'd never wanted his family to be mixed up in any of his work at the Sanctuary. "Then you're a Teleporter, too?"
Bespoke's expression became strangely fixed at the question, but he didn't say anything.