Those dark eyes blinked, tearing away from his own vague reflection in the coffee. Yet another piece of the puzzle fell into place. So this agent was gay. No wonder he didn't seem at all uncomfortable among the male prostitutes. Dal's seen so much toxic masculinity and machismo (not that he knows those terms specifically) from the local law enforcement that made them vastly uncomfortable among the gay hookers, but no such vibe at all from Gabriel. Knowing what he knows now, it all makes a lot of sense.

"They didn't throw me out," he clarified quickly. "I left on my own."