Gabe hums in vague agreement. He's got his nanotech cycled to track movement just in case - there's no relaxing around here, not entirely - but he's calmer than he has been in a while. Things have been rough, getting caught under his skin. He lost his shit not so long ago with Henry and there's no taking that back, no pretending it didn't happen. There'll be a reckoning before long. There always is.

For now, he's put that memory into a box in his mind and he's shut it away with all the others. It doesn't matter, it doesn't touch him.

Besides. Vacations like this never last. So, better enjoy it while they can.

"Oh, he's around. You'll probably meet him eventually."

Gabe's not a fan. But then, he wasn't a fan of Barbas, either.

"Harlot, huh?" His eyebrows go up. Been a while since he heard that term used. Downright archaic. "Nah, they're real big on sex and violence around here."