Now that he was sitting down, Gabe felt a lot better. Well okay, not a lot better, but better. The room at least stopped spinning so much so suddenly passing out didn't seem like such an immediate concern. Good thing too, that would be really embarrassing. Gabe wasn't usually someone who got embarrassed about the injuries he sustained on missions but he didn't usually have someone who looked like Jack hovering over him.
With Gabe's luck, he probably would have passed out open mouthed, drooling buckets. Didn't matter how you spun it, that was never attractive on a person.
The subsiding in dizziness aside, Gabe was having trouble focusing, though honestly, he wasn't sure he could blame that all on the bump on his head. Maybe it did have something to do with a delay in brain to motor function action, though, because he had to stop himself before he instinctively reached for Jack's arm again simply because he'd thought about doing it. Not acceptable. Come on, man, get a grip, Gabe scolded himself with another small shake of his head.
It was one thing to think about how the shape of someone's bicep felt under your hand, it was another to grab it on impulse when you barely knew the guy. Not the sort of first impression Gabe wanted to make and he was already making a pretty questionable one. By the time Lucky came crashing out of the maze, Gabe was leaning forward to balance his elbows on both knees, which actually helped a little more with the dizziness. After a few indecisive seconds he folded both hands behind his neck just to give them something to do that wasn't inappropriately groping the guy who'd let them into his home, but when Lucky appeared in front of them, Gave visibly brightened.
"Who's a good dog," Gabe spoke directly to Lucky, not so much in a baby voice but one of deep reverence. He loved dogs. Gabe automatically leaned over a little further in his chair to reach out and pet him comfortably, his hand accidentally brushing against Jack's once in his fumble to find the dog's head but Gabe thought he played it off pretty well despite his insides suddenly and briefly going to war with themselves over that incredibly small amount of physical contact.
Honestly Gabe was grateful for the distractions, even the confusing ones that he didn't really know what to do with in his currently concussed state. Anything was better then letting his thoughts get stuck on Andrés. That tended to happen even on missions where he didn't end up wounded, something he wasn't one hundred percent honest with Matt about. He probably knew anyway, though. Matt always knew. Stroking steadily down the side of Lucky's neck, Gabe was careful to avoid the injured eye, glancing over at Jack mid-pet. "What happened to him?"