Then something in Gaz’s eyes makes it click. “You’re not blaming yourself, are you?”
Gaz barely conceals the flinch. Price just knows him too well.
“No,” Gaz says slowly. “It’s not like I shot him myself.”
Gaz barely conceals the flinch. Price just knows him too well.
“No,” Gaz says slowly. “It’s not like I shot him myself.”
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“Really?” Gaz gives him a sarcastic reply. Price doesn’t reprimand him for it.
“I see it in Ghost too.”
Gaz shakes his head. Then he parts his mouth, as if to say something, but nothing comes out. Instead he just looks at Price with helpless eyes.
“If we had been faster…”Gaz’s voice is barely audible, “If we’d just been faster and got there on time, maybe he wouldn’t…”
Price squeezes his shoulder, waits for him to continue.
Price rubs his thumb over Gaz’s shirt. “Can’t work if you collapse.”
Price watches him, feeling helpless. Gaz, his Gaz, is usually so steady, and he doesn’t know what to do with this broken shell of him. He wants nothing more than to…