Gabe would later blame the car accident for why he couldn't seem to stop staring. That could be a side effect of a possible concussion, right? Inability to focus and an inability to not focus on one very specific thing could sometimes be the same. He wasn't a doctor or anything but Gabe was pretty sure of that. Or he would have been if he was able to stop staring at the man in very tight underwear at the door.
Like, very tight. Little left to the imagination sort of tight.
He noticed the impressive amount of scars on Jack's body too, obviously, but when you were a member of Camelot's combat department, scars weren't so out of the ordinary. Gabe had his fair share, though definitely not as many as this guy. What had Matt said again? Something about falling out of a building? Gabe had never worked with Jack Strange, only heard stories about him from other people in the department, including Matt. None of those stories included opening the door in his underwear, though.
Gabe stepped inside the door and followed Matt further into the place in what felt like a daze with the pit of his stomach doing a weird twisty thing as Jack closed the door behind them, only managing to snap out of it once the guy disappeared from view further down the hall and they came face to face with what looked like an extremely elaborate makeshift maze.
By the time Jack reappeared Gabe was already enthusiastically inspecting the borders and entry points of the maze like a kid in a playground and talking mostly to himself about the ingenuity of it, since Matt most likely wasn't listening. "Dios mío. You built this for your dog? The structural design is amazing."
What? Gabe had a thing for mazes. The notion that he might also have a thing for crazy white boys who made them was a thought that was formed as quickly as it was banished, but not before Gabe noted with mixed feelings that Jack had returned to them wearing much less form fitting sweatpants, something Gabe noticed once he finally tore himself away from the cardboard invention.
He'd been distracted when Jack answered the door before but now he was starting to remember other details, almost like drunken recall. Maybe he was drunk somehow. Or maybe he really did have a concussion, that would explain why he still couldn't think straight. "That what the glue was for?" It didn't occurred to Gabe that he hadn't introduced himself to the guy who had let them into his home yet, but some questions were more important. Also Gabe was still trying to stop seeing Jack in his underwear so his brain wasn't really firing from all cylinders.