Legal But Not Socially Acceptable (Peterick)

This is More Than I Bargained for

This is basically a drawn out talk between the infamous Gabe and poor ole little Patrick.

Enjoy~

Warning for a bit of dark humor to do with Pete's relationship with his father - jokes made by him, but either way I'm gonna put a warning. 

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Gabe's stale-like gaze bore into Patrick, a stonewall of an expression before a pebble snagged and his reserved stature crumbled. The skin of his face blanching into a sickly pale white as his features contorted into a gawk aimed at the younger of them both. The first words on the tip of his tongue being "What?"

"I told you it was complicated, man..." Patrick breathed a flimsy sigh, gaze shifting from Gabe to the door at the end of the hall. He had laid a gentle hand on Pete's shoulder, told him that maybe it would be best if he left Gabe and him alone to talk for a short while, so that he could explain more clearly...without distractions, of course. "Like...really complicated."

"Well, excuse me for not expecting you to loan your house to strangers - you don't even let me stay over," Gabe said, muttering the last words to himself while looping his arms over his chest in an affronted manner.

Patrick rolled eyes at the display, pondering over just when exactly they'd end up getting stuck that way, he replied "You do remember what happened the last time I did...? Right?" Gabe paused, tapping the tip of his finger against his chin before he nodded. "Right, right...Tell Margaret I said hi, by the way."

"I don't think she'd be too thrilled to hear from you - " Patrick began, before he doubled back, eyebrows creasing as he questioned Gabe with "Wait...why are you on a first-name basis with my landlord?" Gabe pushed his lips together, dipping his head to the side. Patrick was hit suddenly with the faint image of a fish before the taller man grinned, big and wide as he stood up straighter.

"Because I care Patty, I care a lot," he said, planting a hand on the other cop's shoulder to which Patrick not so kindly slapped away. The older pouted at him, rubbing the wounded area of his index and middle finger and then snorted.

Patrick subtly cringed at the whiff of hot breath smacking him right in the face and creeping up and into his nostrils before engulfing his entire sense of smell. "Dude - gross, you reek of ash and...are you drunk?"

"Was," Gabe answered, a crooked smile twisting onto his lips. "You missed some great shit - for real man, I think Trav accidentally got up and married to one of the - uh, dancers." Patrick resisted the urge to swat his own palm to his face. Inhaling deeply, he shook his head. "Well, he'll have a fantastic time filing for divorce papers then, won't he?"

"Dunno man, this girl had the ability to stick both fists up into her - " Interrupted by the shrill shriek of terror from Patrick, Gabe went on with a nonchalant bow of his neck, unfazed before he spoke with a dull voice as he asked "I'm falling off track here - why the fuck is an eighteen year old in your bedroom right now? - wait no, don't answer that." The saucy wink thrown towards him made Patrick release a blatant groan of crystal clear frustration.

"I fucking told you already - I - he doesn't have a place to stay right now...a safe place, at least," The last couple of words being a soft mumble beneath Patrick's breath. Gabe's eyebrows rose, slouching back into the chair his backside was parked in, before he bombarded Patrick with an array of questions."So...what? He's just going to live with you? For how long?"