Gabe looks at the other, brows knit. Trying to will himself not to cry, not to show weakness. Not in front of Niles, who he's championed. Niles can cry, it's up to Gabe to protect him. Like he did before.

"I know," He whispers. Seems to calm down once more, shoulders sloping, body no longer tight and coiled, looming and ready to strike. He can be himself. He can be with Niles without being on edge, for now.

For now.

Those hands stroke his face, and he tries to smile. It looks forced, almost pained. His hand goes to the back of Niles' head, stroking his hair for a few seconds, watchig him. Assessing.

And, slowly, pulls the other into a kiss.