Even if Gabe had been tempted to ask what Jack had meant about not being the best Hawkeye (There was more than one? What movies had he been watching?), his head was hurting enough already so information overload seemed like a bad idea. Also, he was a little distracted by the sudden exposure of Jack's entire neck when he threw back his head to laugh. Gabe watched the line of his Adam's apple glide up and down, making Gabe's own throat feel weirdly dry even as he swallowed. Shit.
Being single-minded only really worked if there was something else to distract him, and right now, Jack was the only distracting thing in the room. And he was very distracting. The mission was over, Matt was in the kitchen so he couldn't count on him as any kind of buffer, and the bump on Gabe's head still didn't hurt so bad that he could rely on that to keep him from hyper focusing on just how crazy hot Jack was.
He didn't look away fast enough before Gabe found himself caught in Jack's unexpectedly piercing gaze, with an intensity that made Gabe briefly forget he was already sitting down. He couldn't even blame his concussion on the dizziness for that one. Seriously? If a guy who looked like Jack could have bad luck in the romance department, there was no hope for anyone. The eye contact only lasted a few seconds but Gabe was supremely grateful that the next thing Jack said made him laugh just as hard, taking him out of his own head long enough that Gabe forgot to be flustered. He couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed with someone so freely who wasn't Matt, especially given their current situation. That was kind of nice. Jack made him forget to focus on the bad stuff.
"That guy?" Gave shook his head through his laughter, giving Lucky one more thorough scratch on the head before the dog decided he was done being pet and laid down fully on the floor by Gabe's feet. Honestly, 'cool' and 'Matt' were two things that just didn't make sense together, but Gabe wasn't about to start badmouthing his best friend to this hot stranger, even in jest. There were plenty of things about Matt that were objectively cool. He was a good pilot, a great friend, and he wore that flight jacket like it would never go out of style. If you ignored his complete lack of comprehension in anything pop culture since the early 2000's, then yeah, he was cool. Gabe loved him regardless.
"Yeah, Han's pretty cool I guess. Don't tell him I said so but we can fly his ship a lot better than he can, dude won't even lightspeed skip." Okay, so technically Poe shouldn't have done that either, but the point was he'd done it. Gabe briefly thought about how the only reason Poe even had the chance to pilot the Falcon was because Han had died, and Gabe was lucky that he was able to fly in it with Matt still in the driver's seat. Trying to distract himself and without really thinking about it first, Gabe twisted slightly to nudge Jack's elbow with his knee in return, grinning softly. "But hey, that's one thing our guys have in common. We've both been to space." Technically Poe had lived in space, but he'd seen the movie where the Avengers had all gone to space. Wild shit.