Gabe had to admit Zoe's awkwardness was a little enjoyable and it distracted him nicely from the fact that she'd been shot. (If this guy wasn't staying over, there was a good chance Gabe was going to come crawling into her room in the middle of the night and demanding to see the wound for himself.)
Less enjoyable was this guy poking him all over. Personal space clearly wasn't a thing Chance got.
"I am, actually," Gabe said, looking at Zoe. He wasn't sure about this Chance though and he couldn't help but do the macho possessiveness thing he did next. He leaned over and kissed Zoe's forehead. "Missed you." It was ridiculous and he knew very well he was doing it for Chance's benefit. It wasn't that Zoe belonged to him, but he loved her and worried about this weirdo around her. "What pizza we got?"