Gabriel just grins and shrugs one shoulder. "Pizza is my go to," he admits. "Or curry." He holds his mug in both hands, because it's warm and it keeps him reaching toward Neil like he wants to.

He doesn't know how to do this. Doesn't know what is and isn't allowed. He doesn't know if Neil is like Connor, or if he's like Noel, or if he's like neither of them. He's afraid to find out.