Gabe couldn't be sure, but he was pretty sure Matt had been all the way across the room. Maybe that was just the bump on his head making him forget about things like spacial awareness and Matt had actually been a lot closer, but it sure as hell felt like one second Matt was multiple feet away and the next second he was at Gabe's side. Time was weird.
Feeling dazed, he still managed to flash Matt a grateful look once he felt his friend's hand on his arm for support. They'd been through a lot, him and Matt, way before Camelot but definitely since Camelot. Gabe couldn't even think about doing this shit without him, probably wouldn't have even made it this far if it weren't for Matt. Best friend and best partner a guy could ever ask for, one who'd saved his life as much if not more then Gabe had saved his over the years.
Yeah, he'd definitely hit his head if his brain was choosing right now to get overly sentimental about his friend.
It was true, though. They'd worked together for so long that it felt effortless. Gabe could anticipate Matt as well as Matt could anticipate him to the point that sometimes they didn't even talk about a move before they executed it, they just did it, like they'd somehow already had the conversation in their heads. They were a well oiled machine, better together then apart. Even if he hadn't lost his brother, Gabe probably still would have followed Matt into the more dangerous missions in combat, that's just what you do when it's your best friend in the fight.
Some part of Gabe knew that he was better when he was with Matt. Better flier, better fighter, better at everything, because Matt pushed him to be. Gabe was even convinced that he'd driven the way he had tonight and managed not to kill them both in the process because it'd been Matt in the passenger seat. Not that he wouldn't be as willing to protect or to die for anybody else on his team, that was pretty standard when you were soldiers, but with Matt it'd always been just a little more personal.
"I'm fine, it's fine," Gabe insisted, feeling embarrassed at the sudden attention he was getting from both of them. He was not fine and it was not fine, but Gabe wasn't used to being the one who needed the medical attention. That was usually Matt's department. Not that Gabe never got hurt on missions, but it wasn't typically this inconvenient. Being injured while hiding out behind enemy lines in the apartment of some guy Matt used to run with who also happened to be crazy hot? Crazy and hot? Whatever, this was all really inconvenient for him and Gabe wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind to handle his shit.
It was no use, though, Matt wasn't listening to his pleas and was already leaving the room, therefore leaving Gabe alone with Jack. Uh oh. Gabe was simultaneously hyper aware of Jack's hand on his shoulder as he was aware the sudden absence of Matt's grip on his arm. Not normally something that would threaten his balanced so easily, but since he might very well have a concussion, it didn't take much. Gabe felt himself wobble, instinctively grabbing onto Jack's arm to steady himself and reluctantly sinking into the chair behind him, even as he protested its necessity.
"He worries too much, I'm fine. Seriously," Gabe insisted with a vague hand gesture that was supposed to be a wave. "Andr-" Whoa. Okay. Clearly he'd hit his head hard. Shaking it off and the brief frown with it that was quickly replaced with a safer grin, Gabe did what he did best and just plowed right on ahead with the joke, ignoring his blunder entirely. "Matt's like the grandma you already had, even drives like one. You can't tell me he doesn't."