Harry took the gloves from Gambit and tucked them into the pocket of his jeans, folding his arms resolutely across his chest while he watched Sabo dissolve into his emotions. It was difficult to watch, not because Harry was some heartless asshole that judged an emotional moment (God knew Harry had them himself) but because there was literally nothing Harry could do to help. He was a wizard of the highest order, among the top 50 on his planet in terms of brute magical strength, he had more experience under his belt than wizards more than twice his age. But still, he was limited in his abilities and removing a power from one and putting it back inside another was entirely beyond his skill. He frowned at Sabo.
"You're leaking," Harry said darkly, his eyes darting to the quaking earth and the crack that opened up beneath Sabo's feet. "Get a hold of yourself, damnit!" He hissed and threw caution to the wind. Already a short tempered person, Harry was beyond tolerance just then. He closed the distance between himself and Sabo, drawing up his will just in case the younger man decided Harry would be good target practice and grabbed him.
"You are NOT going to kill innocent people over this! He didn't steal your powers, alright? This stupid fucking place is screwing with us. I don't care if you want to kill him on your own time, but you're going to do it without getting a whole bunch of other people involved." He shoved the younger man away, scowled at the rampant kinetic energy that had coursed through him when he'd made contact and bent down to touch the ground, draining the energy out into the earth safely.
Standing straight, Harry thrust the gloves toward Sabo then looked angrily at Gambit.
"You, stop taunting him. Kiss and make up, you idiots."