The sudden squirmy bundle in his grasp, and the words that met his ears made Gabriel laugh in relief as he pulled back out of the hug, a very soft smile on his face as he raised a hand to gently brush the tears off of Noah's cheeks, "I wish I knew," Gabriel said. He didn't remember that being in Peter's arsenal, at least, not where he'd ever used it. But it was there. He'd used it. He'd clearly used it. And he was quietly grateful that it had been.
"I'm not completely sure of all of the things that I can do," He said, leaning forward and kissing Noah's forehead. "But I'm grateful that that one was in there. Other than that, though, you did really well," Gabriel said, deciding that it was best not to focus on it. Praise what Noah had done right, don't worry about what had been done wrong. It was the exact opposite of how he'd been treated at this age, so it had to be the right way to go about things. "You didn't even spill any," He said, giving Noah's hair a bit of a tussle.