Gabriel again. Gabriel, the way the other is pushing, the slight strained tone of his voice--Gabe's not the nicest of people, but he's also not an idiot. Maybe he isn't a genius like everyone else in the room, but damned if he can't read signs and body language.

That's actually something he's very good at.

"Are you mad at me?" He asks outright, and it's not so much a scoff as a nervous chuckle--and that's real, that little noise. Deep down, he knows what's happening. It's like how he couldn't trick his sister. This guy was snapping out of it.

He needed to fix it, back away, and come back when he can finish the job. Ideally, that was the plan now--or maybe he could make Harrison finish himself. That always felt good.

The question temporarily deflected, Gabe brings a soft hand to gently touch at the other's wrist. He holds it there, just for a moment, and his thumb swipes the bottom of his wrist. A comforting gesture.

"Maybe you've been working too hard, too."