A soft smile curls his lips and he reaches out to brush his fingers over Gabriel's hair, smoothing it out a little. His own hair stuck up every which way, but he didn't mind. He had a toque buried deep in a coat pocket, so he could tuck his hair under if it need be. Besides, Gabriel's already seen him half-dead and ugly crying. What's a little sticky-up hair going to do to put him off?

In that same quiet voice, he adds, "You look wonderful to me."