"That's old," Gabe said, but it was mostly reflexive, and he eyed the cut. Was it old? He'd done so much shit to himself this weekend, he'd stopped even noticing.
William was completely right, though, and now the the buzz was leaching out of his blood, Gabe could admit it. "I do have a few dozen kids aged fourteen and up to try and get to sl--hang on." He leaned a bit sideways to point (with the hand not in William's possession) and say, "I thought I told you to stay put in Gryffindor."
"Did you?" the kid shot back, looking cherubic as she skipped away back indoors.
Gabe sighed. "Aged thirteen and up," he corrected. He should get on that. He really should. They all needed a proper rest.
But first he twisted his wrist in William's grasp to clasp his hand in return, and say, "I'm really glad you're all right." Completely dead serious. For about half a second, after which one corner of his mouth quirked up, and he added, "And awesome job with the Purple Rain."