"I don't like seeing you like this," Gabe said, talking softly as if answering the other's questions despite him not asking any. He slides his arms up and out of the other's iron grip, only to rub at his arms, back to comforting him. There's still a bit of anger in his face, but it's melted to determination. As if Niles said the right thing.

"I just want to help you. Like you helped me, remember?" That dulcet, soft tone. Soothing. Gentle. "I want to see you safe. Promise me you'll get the guys that did this to you?"