Gabe is leaning. Against the doorframe of the old-fashioned apartment, watching the Mayor with a fixed, pointed look. It wasn't exactly one of sympathy, but instead a strange understanding. Coming back once Niles didn't leave.

Gabe is leaning and Gabe watches. Always watches, always seeps into prey in between their hissed breaths and half-states. Licks his lips, wetting them. Concern on his face.

He is concerned. Gabe is so very worried, and wants to come to the aid of his friend.

"Connor," He repeats the other, echoing it from behind. "I miss him, too."