Do you really want to trust insanity? (Private with Icefire, it's pretty fooking mature, matey)

"I'll come with you, but… You have to go, Alex." Gabe leaned down, gently kissing Alex's head and trying to coax him to get up.

"There's money under the mattress," Gabe said gently. "And a bag in the closet."

"You need a cover story. Pack the things you need. You… You can say you're moving West for a better life. It's a train heading out today." Gabe stayed in the bed, trapped by the salt.

Gabe looked around.
"I… Pack anything you need. Things that will help others believe you're moving."

Gabe watched closely, thinking.
"I… Bring some food too. Even if, if you don't end up eating it. And grab you're journal, the police would use it against you if they find it."

Gabe thought, standing on the bed and pacing.
"Grab the bedding too. That should be it…" He wanted to ask Alex to bring the gramophone, but… He didn't think Alex would want to bring it.

Gabe hesitated a moment.
"All that should be left here are just some sentimental things, y-you don't have to bring them…"

Gabe sat down on the bed again, looking around once. He was just… Preparing himself to leave all his things behind. Then again, he was dead. They weren't his anymore.

Gabe snapped out of his trance, looking at Alex.
"Yes?" He asked softly, keeping the sad note out of his voice.

Gabe looked around one more time.
"I… Can't leave the bed yet, Alex," he said softly.

Gabe carefully stepped off the bed, making sure he didn't accidently get near any salt.

Gabe looked at Alex a moment, then hugged him.

Gabe held Alex close, rubbing his back.
"I'm not going to leave your side, no matter where you go," Gabe promised gently.

"It's okay," Gabe said gently. He kissed Alex's head lightly.

"I love you," Gabe said softly. "I'm going to do everything I need to keep you safe. I'm going to help you with all of this," he promised gently.