Gabriel sits up and he waits on the edge of the bed. HE's afraid that if he moves too far he'll bolt for the door and disappear into the night. Which sounds awful, when he thinks of it that way. He tries not to fidget too badly, staring at the floor until Neil comes back. He's grateful to have something to do with his hands, at least.

"Thank you," he murmurs. "Sorry to make you get up."