Gabriel didn't bother with the door. He didn't bother with the walk between his apartment and Luke's. And he did was focus in on the location of the one person that he probably knew better than himself and teleported, quietly thanking Hiro and Molly both as he landed solidly next to the boy who was like a brother to him. It staggered Gabriel for a moment, taking in the change of Luke's appearance, just how much he didn't look like the kid that he'd left behind in that New York apartment when he'd went to look for Peter.
God, two years. Almost two years.
Dropping down next to Luke on the floor, Gabriel reached out and wrapped his arms around the teenager. They might both be grown now. And the reasons for the tears had changed so much overtime, but this was hardly a situation that the two of them were unfamiliar with. Only this time, there was no step-father to beat down, no neglectful mother for him to yell at, no group of peers to idly threaten and scare so they would leave him alone.