[For all of it, Jack still moved as Gabriel tugged him along- with a bit of an exasperated look, but it was what it was and there was still that underlining fondness that he couldn't quite bury—]

You are a dramatic asshole- but you're my dramatic asshole, I suppose.

[—Dryly spoken, even as Jack lifted a hand to brush some of that loose hair from Gabriel's face; braid was still doing good at least for the rest of it.]

Decided you wanted to be even more stuck with me, huh?

[-The man who said yes.]