Looking over at Matt, Gabe saw for himself with some mixture of surprise and satisfaction that his partner was, indeed, already asleep. Just like Gabe had planned. He wasn't some kind of an evil genius, he just knew Matt well enough to know that once he finally let himself relax after a mission like the one they'd just been through, it wouldn't be long before he was out like a light. Only the best intentions in his deceptions, he just knew Matt wasn't always one to take a load off unless forced.
Arguably what made him as good of a leader as he was a friend. If he thought he was needed, Matt wasn't the kind of guy who would ever sit something out. He'd always be the first one to make the sacrifice, or step in front of a bullet for someone. He'd done it for Gabe loads of times. Hell, he'd done it for Andrés once. Gabe would never forget that.
The problem was that Matt was so loyal and mission focused it wasn't easy to convince him to relax, and Gabe could be the same way. It'd led to many arguments about who was going to do the stupid thing for the other more times than Gabe could count, and they both had a habit of ignoring their own injuries if someone else was hurt. Despite them both being in the same car wreck, he knew Matt had been ignoring his injuries, so Gabe was relieved to see him finally sitting down and already passed out on the couch. They'd be okay until their backup got here, he deserved the rest. At least one of them should get it right now.
Eyes fixing back on Jack now that he'd reentered the room, Gabe thought that it might not be so bad if Camelot's reinforcements took their time in getting here. Though if he was going to pass out eventually, he'd rather not do it in front of the hot guy that Gabe had seen in his underwear earlier. "Matt's like my four-year-old nephew. Goes hard for hours but the minute he stops he's down for the count," Gabe remarked with a wry grin as he reached for the bottle of aspirin. "Thanks."
Gabe was still a little too out of it to be overly aware of himself and how close Jack was sitting to him, which was great for him. Less of a chance he'd say something dumb. Instead he popped the bottle of aspirin open and poured a few out into his hand, scooping the pills into his mouth and swallowing them dry before chasing it with a drink of water. He'd never been able to take pills with anything liquid, no idea why.
The t-shirt he'd been wearing under his jacket stuck to his arms and torso, implying a certain amount of sweat build up, no doubt from the stress of the high speed chase from earlier. Looking down at himself, he noticed for the first time the cuts on his knuckles, vaguely recalling having to punch out the drivers side window to get out because the door was dented shut. Just thinking about the events from earlier made him feel more tired than he already was, and thinking about how tired he was probably wasn't going to help in the staying awake department.
Handing the aspirin bottle back to him, Gabe caught the mild scent of mint. Toothpaste, maybe, and had to be coming from Jack. Gabe couldn't explain why that scent was so damn appealing to him in that moment, but he very nearly leaned in to smell a little more of it before he caught himself. Jack and toothpaste was like some kind of mint flavored magnet that he suddenly couldn't get enough of. Shit, Camelot needed to hurry up and get here before he made an even bigger fool of himself.
His mind scrambling to think of literally anything else, Gabe suddenly remembered Jack's earlier comment about having bad luck in the romance department. Could mean a lot of things, but Gabe found himself ever so casually asking the question anyway. "You live alone here?"