[ Despite some truly extensive survival training, Gabe's a city kid at heart. Given the option, he'd rather take his chances with four solid walls and a roof. There are threats in civilization - oh, there are always threats to field there - but they swing towards danger he understands and knows how to deal with.

Still. There's something about sitting in the garden and soaking up the sun like a lizard. Something like peace.

Gabe settles, tipping his head back in. Feels like a small place. Shielded from sight, at least. And then Daryl's pressing in close next to him, shoulder to shoulder, and Gabe just exhales. This is happening. And eventually Daryl will sober up and they'll field the aftermath. At least Hell is predictable that way. ]

Don't like the castle?

[ Though Gabe supposes he can understand that, too. Out here, you have better sight lines. More room to bolt if something goes wrong. And the space here is warm and dry, something like cozy.

Unfortunately, the close quarters mean that there's no way to hide the way he stiffens at the question.

Breathe, sniper. You're fine.

Gabe exhales through his teeth. ]

I don't have eyes.

[ What he has are very realistic-looking prosthetics. ]

But I've got some tech in my skull that helps me navigate. Sometimes it glitches out.