As soon as he was able, Gabe took the opportunity to touch wherever he could, ending with his hands splayed against Andy's lower back. His eyes were very nearly closed, nose buried in dark hair, when there was mention of the Death Eater currently living among them. Spoke to...? A hot jolt of anger shot Gabe's eyes wide. His fingers clenched reflexively. It took some effort to relax again and when he managed it, it involved pulling away from Andrew, dropping his hands to his lap. He wasn't afraid. Not of being attacked, anyway - rather of the fact that Andy might decide to change his mind about them. He'd done it once, and Gabe could claim to understand all he wanted, but it would still be utterly false. There was a vindictive sort of pleasure at the thought that Bole had exposed himself to the virus, same as the rest of them. Gabriel knew as well as anyone that Death Eaters didn't need magic to inflict pain. No one did, really.
"Wh-," he began, voice breaking over the single syllable. His brows drew together. "I'll be fine." Better, if Andy kept his distance, in every sense, from the likes of Bole. Gabe wasn't going to ask him to. He wasn't. The decision needed to be Andrew's, one way or the other. "You...you be careful as well." He didn't want another goodbye letter.