The Countenance Of A Father And Son.

With a neutral expression on his face, Gabriel calmed his thoughts and heart alike before they could spiral out of control, and gave a simple nod in Ashely's direction, acknowledging him yet showing clearly that he had no intention of interacting with the younger male. At least for now, with his frame of mind, he had no intention of facing him. Perhaps some other time. Turning around, he ignored the look of confusion on Ashely's face and attempted to walk away. That was until the rowdy voices of a certain group of men caught his attention. They were walking in the direction where Ashely now stood still, looking at him, while carrying a stack of weighty and unbalanced technical props. As they got closer to Ashely, the props wobbled, showing signs topping over in the nearest future and Ashely, well Ashely was blissfully ignorant of his impending doom. Seeing the scene play out in his mind, Gabriel cursed. He was already mentally exhausted, and now he had to add this situation into the eq