There came the proper sort of eyeroll- "Doesn't change the tone and formality you assumed after making such a declaration." Finally came the point of the comment being made at all, but it certainly didn't change their nitpicking habit as a way or just- well. It was some strange sort of game at this point, wasn't it.

Even still, there were certain little things that clung to 76 as bits and pieces of just what he wound up doing to himself at times. He looked better than he had for months now, but dark circles still lingered under eyes; little things like that. It was fine, really. Wasn't out to win any rewards, was expecting anything really.

An arm settled then around Gabriel's shoulder as he was pulled close and settled, head tipped so noses did brush. Was this ridiculous? Probably. Should he have simply kept going and gone through with aiming a punch and flinging Reaper out a window rather than... this? Maybe, but he wasn't.

"Says the one who sounds excited about it now." Jack let his weight sink fully against Gabriel for the most part, lips nearly brushing, "Either something making it unmistakable- or only you would ever see."

Tone was dry, but there was an edge as if he was picking at a tease.