Gabriel had mixed part of the ingredients together by the time that Noah came back out. Gabriel offered him a soft smile when he entered the kitchen before his expression dulled at the question. He didn't even know where home was for Noah. Gabriel couldn't imagine raising a child in his old apartment, not that it would have been there at all, and how could he have gotten an honest enough job to actually make enough of a living to get a decent home?
Sure, there was being an agent, and that had done well enough for Bennet, but he couldn't do that. Not with a family. He couldn't be that man that Bennet was, lost in the job, doing what he had to do no matter how hard, no matter how horrible to get the job done and then come home and smile and pretend like everything was all right. He wasn't Bennet. And as good as liar as he was, he wouldn't have been able to pull off a lie like that to someone who he was supposed to give every reason to trust him.
"I don't know, buddy," Gabriel said quietly. "The people here seem pretty convinced that we can't go home."