Gabe nodded and moved to set the box down distractedly on the rickety kitchen table. "Thanks." He said in a tone that clearly said he wasn't really hearing her properly as his mind was elsewhere. He didn't mean to be rude. "You too..." He added as he stared the box down, only reaching to open it once Madge was gone.
His face fell and his frown deepened as he looked through the items, some random, some sentimental. When he found the first aid items, his face contorted a little more. After a long while, he shoved everything back into the box, folded the flaps shut and buried it in the bottom of his tiny closet. He wished he had access to alcohol. Sadie hated him. What had he expected?
Gabe spent most of the night sitting back against the back of his pulled out couch bed, in the dark, staring off into nothing and wondering why no one in this town had had enough courage to follow through and just kill him already. It would make things easier for this entire town. Well, maybe not Madge, if it happened on her property.
Once the sun finally came up, Gabe was off to work again, in the same clothes he'd been in since Madge had dropped the box off, still dirty from the day before. His mannerisms were stiff and robotic and he didn't speak, not that anyone really spoke to him on the farm other than Madge. But he just nodded or shook his head accordingly as he worked. A few times he'd managed to zone out and just stare off randomly for a good ten or so minutes before he'd snap out of it and get back to work.