Gabe was still staring at where they'd disappeared. The orange-winged insects had been there and gone almost instantaneously; it was strange enough that they'd appeared from under the food Lucas had chosen.
"Are you sure that's safe to eat?" He motioned at the round, reddish pink fruit in the other man's hand. "If there's insects..." Which was an odd thing to say, somehow; there was a sensation deep within him that it didn't matter, food was food was food regardless of who or what had touched it. Suddenly he itched to feel juice sliding down his chin, over his belly, all while his fingers were brushing on another's skin, wiping the sticky substance therein as though it would draw them closer...
Gabe shook his head a little violently, erasing the image. He blinked, wondering at what had just come across him. One hand rose, rubbing at the back of his head. "That was... more than a little weird."