Gar would feel guilty about that... later. For now, he was focused on the window outside, watching the people he longed to be with. Some of whom didn't care for him as much as they seemed to from the void ghosts. Some of whom he'd never be able to see again. All of whom he loved and missed.
Yes, even Gabriel.
His hand went to the window, as if he could make contact that way, but he kept watching and listening, like someone rewinding a home video over and over again to hear the voices lost to eternity.
Quilt. Gar and Adrien's mother. Bumper. Even if he could jump from world to world... the three of them... he'd never find again.
Except in moments like this.
Of all the people out there, though, oddly, the two he most wished were in here with him... were Donovan... and Chat Noir. He needed their humour now. He needed a reason to laugh. And he wasn't finding much that was funny.
Except how Donovan was dressed. That hot pink jacket was never going to not be funny.
Sorry about him.
Yes, even Gabriel.
His hand went to the window, as if he could make contact that way, but he kept watching and listening, like someone rewinding a home video over and over again to hear the voices lost to eternity.
Quilt. Gar and Adrien's mother. Bumper. Even if he could jump from world to world... the three of them... he'd never find again.
Except in moments like this.
Of all the people out there, though, oddly, the two he most wished were in here with him... were Donovan... and Chat Noir. He needed their humour now. He needed a reason to laugh. And he wasn't finding much that was funny.
Except how Donovan was dressed. That hot pink jacket was never going to not be funny.