He'd been nudged and pointed and almost bodily shoved by one kid in the direction of Gerard and Travis playing doctors in the least-fun-looking way Gabe had ever witnessed. It didn't look good at all, and by the state of surrounds and the faces of Gerard's assistants, Gabe wasn't seeing it at anything like its worst.
"Holy shit," he said, "you're a house-elf chew-toy, man. That's not cool."
And William definitively wasn't in the library, because Gabe didn't think anything would've stopped him helping put Travis back together if he had been.
"I raided your stash," he added, dropping into a crouch near Travie's head, out of the way of the important things going on. Fuck it, the knot in the sack's string hadn't been this complicated when he'd tied it, had it? "And I'm glad I did. You fucking deserve it. Yes." The knot finally came undone, and Gabe pulled the top of the sack open.