Why stay and fight with Overwatch when you're being treated like the villain?

Gabriel laid in the partially-comfortable bed of the hotel room, that mysterious woman's words replaying in his mind perpetually. He didn't want to agree with her; Blackwatch being portrayed as a group of delinquents (villains), their hard work going unnoticed, being used; none of that was true, right? He wasn't a villain.

Right?

He shook his head. She was getting to him. Gabe was stressed and exhausted, and in a weakened state of mind, of course he would think up some funny thoughts. He needed sleep. Between Talon, Overwatch no longer having complete trust in him, and sleep deprivation, his psychological health was beginning to dwindle.

"For your sake, go to sleep, Gabe," Moira's voice brought him back to Earth. "You're muttering to yourself." He glanced over to the bed beside his and up to the woman sitting cross-legged and reading God-knows-what on her infamous silver tablet. "Sorry," he mumbled. "And who the hell are you to tell me to go to sleep?" Thankfully, she picked up on his sarcastic tone and smirked as she said, "As long as I can say I tried."

Absentmindedly, he ran his eyes over her dampened hair and watched as a single lock dripped water onto her sleeved shoulder. Judging by the redhead's facial expression, she was not pleased by this; but who would be? Moira picked up an unused washcloth she had placed by her bedside and began to give her head a thorough rub with its dry texture. Her raised arms showed off the holes her slightly-oversized nightshirt bore. They caused him to question (only for a moment) just how long she's owned that article of clothing.

The Doctor finished angrily drying her hair and set now-dampened cloth back in its place, mumbling something along the lines of I don't even care what I look like. "You look amazing," he told her ironically.

"If you were not my boss I would flip you off."

"I'd flip me off, too," he laughed. Moira rolled her eyes before asking, "What were thinking of before I told you to shut your mouth?"

"Uh," he sounded lamely while sitting himself up, "it was about that girl we talked to on Monday."

She looked over at him. "Is that bothering you?"

"It doesn't bother me, it just got me thinking."

"About what, exactly?"

"About..." Gabriel trailed off, choosing the correct words wisely. "I'm not saying I want to head over to Talon, I'm just saying that...maybe, deep down, I agree with a lot of the things she pointed out." O'Deorain nodded slowly as she flattened a few stray pieces of fiery hair. "You aren't the only one who agreed." Her eyes swept to the side and did not return to his face as she told him, "I feel as if you're the only one who truly appreciates what I do for this organization."

Don't smile like an idiot. Don't smile like an idiot. Don't smile like a fucking idiot.

"Really?" he said, smiling like an idiot.

"Well, I shouldn't say 'I feel as if': I know. I'm not quite sure of the reasoning behind it, but I seem to be singled out from the rest of Blackwatch and despised. I have a few theories as to why, but as I've said, I can't say for certain." He thought about the few times he's spoken about Moira with another colleague. Everytime her name was brought up, it was accompanied by something negative, which was understandable by itself, in his own eyes.

He understood, he was afraid of her when they first met, too.

However, he supposed that was just it: nobody ever had anything positive to say about this hardworking woman.

Never.

"Well, I know this has already been established, but I see the arm and leg you give," Gabe said, and as an afterthought, he added, "And the pounds."

"Must you always mention my weight?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Because you look like a pencil."

"Oh, I'm a pencil now? I was under the impression that I was a toothpick."

"You're anything that's long and skinny."

"And you're an arse," she smirked, then shook her head. "Stop making me do this."

"What?"

"Act like a child."

"So you joking around with someone is childish?"

"It's unprofessional." She turned herself away from him and picked up her device once more, sighing as she did so. "I did agree with much of what that woman said, but I feel as if we should discuss further when the both of us aren't as exhausted as we are." Gabe didn't want to admit it to himself, but seeing as how she didn't want to speak with him any further was somewhat discouraging, despite knowing that attempting to relax and eventually fall asleep was in their best interest. "You're right," was all he said.

Moira shut off her device, then the lamp beside both of them, and he heard the blankets on her end shuffle as she situated herself. "I'll say it again: for your sake, get some sleep, Gabe."

"Alright," he chuckled, "night, Moira."

"Sleep well."

He rested his head on his pillow with the knowledge that he wouldn't hear another word come forth from that doctor's mouth.

No, no, that wasn't right. She wasn't just that doctor. She was Moira: his doctor, his newfound companion, his-

Well...

That was just about it.

Right?