This comment, clearly, confused Noah as he frowned down at his waffles before looking to Gabriel. "So he's not really sick so much as... scared?"
He shook his head and turned his attention to his waffles. "He wouldn't do anything bad. Uncle Peter isn't one of the bad people," he stated as he speared another bite of waffle with his fork. Opening his mouth to take the bite, he paused as his gaze slid back to his father.
"I guess I can wait, though," he added almost grudgingly, although the smile he offered lessened the tone. "I'll have new toys to play with!"