He made a note to heat up his food in the microwave. Not gourmet but it didn't have to be. Just a leftover burrito. Nothing compared to what his mom could make but that was what he expected from all Mexican food in the city. There just wasn't anything good here and he'd come to accept that.

At the question Gabriel was quiet for a moment. Then he offered his hand over to him without looking. A way to offer him support.

"In the greater sense of the word? No. He didn't suffer." Death by drowning was never pleasant but the way things had looked the gesture had been almost...kind. It was complicated to explain and the best way to put it was just that he didn't really suffer.