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Gamble just said it to get it over with and off of his chest. He was pretty sure relationships needed honesty in order to function long-term. This was going to matter in the grand scheme of things.
Hopefully, Poe didn’t think he was insane.
“It was your brother.”
Poe paused.
“Wait. You dreamed about my brother?” he asked, caught off guard by that fact.
He nodded.
“We had a whole conversation.”
Someone was under duress, that was for sure, and now, Poe felt horrible that his man was having to deal with this after just starting to get back on his feet from his own issues.
So, he did what he could.
“I’m sorry, Mate. All of this has seeped into your subconscious and is affecting you too. I wish I never came back here.”
Only, Gamble believed it was real, and the fact that Hemmingway had awoken him in time told him that maybe, just maybe, ghosts did exist.
It felt…genuine.
“He told me to tell you that he was sorry about all of this, and that you wouldn’t believe me when I told you that I saw him.”
Poe shrugged.
“There is nothing past life but death,” he said. “It’s not that I don’t believe you had the dream, I do. I’ve dreamt about him too.”
Well, here went the one thing Hemmingway told him that he guaranteed would make Poe believe.
“Who is Sparky, and why did Hemmingway see him after death?” he asked, watching the man’s reaction to figure this out.
Poe went pale.
“What?” he asked, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard.
“He told me you wouldn’t believe it, and to bring up Sparky and that he was there. Who is Sparky?” he asked again.
That was all he had to say.
Poe got up, and began pacing.
The whole time, Gamble watched him. His mate looked distressed, and he figured it had everything to do with the realization that there was no possible way he’d know that name unless Hemmingway had told him.
Finally, he stopped moving and glanced over at Gamble.
“How did you really hear that name?” Poe asked, questioning everything in that moment.
“I told you. Your brother led me to his grave. We talked, he approves of me, by the way, and that he knew you’ve been gay your whole life. He said to tell you about Sparky, and then warned me that you were in danger. That’s what woke me up. Had I not, we would have been taken or dead.”
Poe was speechless.
For the life of him, he couldn’t wrap his head around this.
What the hell?
How the hell?
