Re: Gabe/Nish/Rafe - 8:02 p.m., back by the punch bowl
"That's OK," Rafe said. He tipped his head toward Gabe and the table beyond; slid a hand around her shoulders, guiding her along with them closer to the table. "You'll feel better with some food on your stomach. Maybe some of the... uh, meatloaf, I think..."
Setting his drink down, he took his own advice, working his way down the table and plucking a little from each tray. Once the food was cut into, Rafael realized, it did not look quite as unappetizing as it did in its carefully sculpted shapes. He finished preparing his own plate, then set to work on a second, these portions a bit larger than the ones he had given himself. He held the second out to her. "You'll feel better. Really. Just slow down a little." Please, his eyes said, even through the thick golden material of the domino resting over them.