That's it. He was leaning closer, ready to let Gabe soothe him. To have Gabe smooth things over to make the inevitable crash even better--and now? Now, he can just whisper a few choice words and everything would work out fine.

That's before the swish and woosh happened, and Gabe feels something like wind but not quite in his ear and before he knows it there's a slight, dull pain on the side of his wrist. Harrison has grabbed it.

Harrison has stood up.

Gabe can't hide his shock, lips parted, blue eyes wide, and his lower lip quivers just slightly before he manages to talk. He's frozen, genuinely floored.

"Your wheelchair..."

He's not even trying to avoid the question--his brain is trying to catch up with what had just happened.