[It's the sound of running water that concerns her, that distinct scent in the air and how his door had been left unlocked all coming together to knit into a sickening tangle in the low pit of her stomach. Someone else might think of it as normal: he came home from a night out with his crew, kicked off his gear and went to take a bath.
But Gabriel isn't hard of hearing, or so careless that he'd abandon his own basic security with crates of ammunition stacked high to the ceiling. They were alike in that at least.
Sombra slips past them, edging silently around the hem of his coat, the table, the light that seeps in from outside, following the sound of those steadily snarling pipes. As far as she can tell, she's alone— they're alone— but it takes a few beats longer before she presses a hand to the wall at her side in passing, calling out:] —Gabe?
[Nearer to the bathroom, there's a better chance of him actually hearing her over the noise, she imagines.]
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[It's the sound of running water that concerns her, that distinct scent in the air and how his door had been left unlocked all coming together to knit into a sickening tangle in the low pit of her stomach. Someone else might think of it as normal: he came home from a night out with his crew, kicked off his gear and went to take a bath.
But Gabriel isn't hard of hearing, or so careless that he'd abandon his own basic security with crates of ammunition stacked high to the ceiling. They were alike in that at least.
Sombra slips past them, edging silently around the hem of his coat, the table, the light that seeps in from outside, following the sound of those steadily snarling pipes. As far as she can tell, she's alone— they're alone— but it takes a few beats longer before she presses a hand to the wall at her side in passing, calling out:] —Gabe?
[Nearer to the bathroom, there's a better chance of him actually hearing her over the noise, she imagines.]