(request for someone to find Gabriel smokified on Jack like a blanket)
It was a long, intense, day of training that day and when Jack and Gabriel managed to finally bury themselves under the covers they felt the strain, the injuries, their age and even keenly felt gravity pulling on all their aches and woos. When they found even remotely comfortable positions to lay in, they were both out cold in some fitful sleep as their injuries and strain burned brightly with pain.
Eventually they found some solace and gratefully fully passed out.
However their waking was about as unpleasant as trying to fall asleep. Angela came by to check on them as she had with everyone else and had screamed at the sight of the two of them, jostling them both awake. When Jack sat up he immediately realized that Gabe was not laying next to him and that… he had been laying in a pool of dense black smoke?
“What the fuck?” He asked, pulling his arm out of the cloud and watching it cling to his arm.
Gabriel suddenly sat up out of the smoke. He sleepily looked around, brain trying to figure out what was wrong before looking down at the black smoke Jack was laying in.
“…Well that’s embarrassing,” He said, focusing and drawing his body back into one solid shape. When his arms resolidified together, one braced his weight and the other reformed clinging to Jack’s arm as the smoke had.
“Goodness, sorry for giving you two a fright,” Angela said, hand to her chest, “I just saw a black pool and part of Morrison and…”
“… you watched horror movies with younger operatives last night, didn’t you?” Gabriel snorted.
“Well I have been told to relax more often… I think horror movies can be crossed off the list though,” Angela chuckled sheepishly, “You two should probably get more rest, let me know if you two need anything?”
She left, leaving Gabe to flop on Jack and groan loudly into his shoulder. They tangled together comfortably in bed, settling down to get some well needed rest.
“So…” Gabe said quietly, “…You literally had a blanket made out of boyfriend material.”
Jack snorted, “Excuse you sir, it was not a blanket made out of boyfriend material. You were a blanket of husband material.”
“Well excuse me,” Gabe grinned before kissing Jack’s smile crinkled cheek.