"Amanda." So much emotion in one word: anger, mostly. A different type of anger, not the type he had with the raiders, but the kind that's blue-white. Worry. Resentment.

Fear.

"Why do you want to?" He asks, voice filled with contempt and cautiousness. A worry, almost. "You know whatever you do she's going to just fuck the lawmaker."

He'd been sitting on the desk, but, after rolling his shoulders, Gabe turns on the table and winds up sitting on it completely, facing Niles, Converse shoes on either side of the chair's arms. Looking down at him, making it almost like a plea.

"You've tried everything. Give it up, there's no way she'll go for you."