"No..." Gabe shook his head, gaze still fixed straight at Niles. He leans a little further, looking as concerned as he can, and his lips part. "Niles, they did what?"

His heart was leaping in his throat. Excitement, or some odd sense of schadenfreude? His gaze flicks down to Niles' hands, reaching one out to gently run fingers over those white knuckles, soft and caring. Comforting. He grabs the other's tightly balled fists, touch velvet as he cups those hands in his. Covers them, like he's protecting him.

"What did they do?"