"And you're okay with it." There's something dripping from Gabe's words: malcontent. He's glaring, but not at Niles, at something on the wall as he takes a few steps away. Moves back to the other side of the desk but doesn't sit in the chair, instead sits on the desk.

He's not mad, Niles. He's disappointed.

His hands run down his face, as if trying to think of another option. As if he's the huffy teenager trying to explain to a younger Niles why Football should just be called Soccer because Football was a better sport anyway, and Connor likes it, so Niles should just stop asking questions and go watch them or something.

"I think you know what you'd do," He suggests. "I think you know what to do once Nolan cuts those guys free, too."