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Normally, that was exactly how it would have gone.
If he hadn't gone through all of the physical and mental torture of the last three days, then Gabriel would have easily sobbed to his mother for a few minutes before getting angry and subsequently being coddled and cooed apologetically at for the remainder of the day.
In this case, however... Gabriel didn't say a word after the stern reprimand from his brother. He got home and, when Pearl arrived back in floods of tears, he allowed her to stitch the wound up for him and treat the burns on his legs. He let her cook him some food and make him a bath, but he didn't once bring up the fact that he'd been kept in the dark. Sure, he briefly mentioned why he'd been kept in the basement, but he didn't really elaborate on it. Even when his mother tried to apologise, he smiled it off, told her he understood, and then sat watching his cartoons for the next few hours without uttering more than a few words.
Eventually, around five hours after he'd arrived home, comforted by the fact no police had come knocking at the door, he turned to his brother at his side with a tired smile. He'd stayed near enough silent for hours, but it wasn't really out of anger or annoyance or disappointment - he just didn't feel like talking, as rare as that was for him.
"...I'm not mad anymore," he nervously began, poking his brother's arm to get his attention. "I get it, it's... I wish I'd known, but I get it, it's-- never mind about all that! I-I... do you think Tyrone hates me now? He... I did something really bad, Cain. H-He saw me eating a deer-- I was really hungry! D-Do you think Mom will be mad at me? I... I didn't kill that woman b-but I did... I did try to hurt her. She called us freaks."
If he hadn't gone through all of the physical and mental torture of the last three days, then Gabriel would have easily sobbed to his mother for a few minutes before getting angry and subsequently being coddled and cooed apologetically at for the remainder of the day.
In this case, however... Gabriel didn't say a word after the stern reprimand from his brother. He got home and, when Pearl arrived back in floods of tears, he allowed her to stitch the wound up for him and treat the burns on his legs. He let her cook him some food and make him a bath, but he didn't once bring up the fact that he'd been kept in the dark. Sure, he briefly mentioned why he'd been kept in the basement, but he didn't really elaborate on it. Even when his mother tried to apologise, he smiled it off, told her he understood, and then sat watching his cartoons for the next few hours without uttering more than a few words.
Eventually, around five hours after he'd arrived home, comforted by the fact no police had come knocking at the door, he turned to his brother at his side with a tired smile. He'd stayed near enough silent for hours, but it wasn't really out of anger or annoyance or disappointment - he just didn't feel like talking, as rare as that was for him.
"...I'm not mad anymore," he nervously began, poking his brother's arm to get his attention. "I get it, it's... I wish I'd known, but I get it, it's-- never mind about all that! I-I... do you think Tyrone hates me now? He... I did something really bad, Cain. H-He saw me eating a deer-- I was really hungry! D-Do you think Mom will be mad at me? I... I didn't kill that woman b-but I did... I did try to hurt her. She called us freaks."