"What did the doctor say happened to him, though?" Damien asked suddenly, his voice pulling Gabe out of his storm of thoughts.
There was genuine worry in his eyes as he stepped closer.
"We were still drinking last night, remember?" Damien continued, his words now directed to Fred. "Did you get attacked on your way home or something?"
"Huh?!"
Gabe's eyes widened in utter shock and disbelief.
Attacked?
By you, I guess!
The anger surged too fast, too violently.
Before he even realized what he was doing, Gabe stepped forward, his body moving on instinct alone, ready to knock Damien down only to freeze.
Fred was looking at him.
Their eyes met, and Fred's expression stopped him cold.
There was fear there. And something else.
A silent plea.
Don't.
Even though Fred didn't say a word, Gabe understood him perfectly.
His fist loosened slowly.
What… does that mean?
Does that mean Damien isn't responsible?
Or… is he responsible, but Fred doesn't want me to hurt him?
