"You're staying," Gabe's voice wavered a little in surprise. He curled his fingers up, his thumb pressing against his palm. He didn't move but stood there, lost in his own confusion, not sure of what it was that he wanted to say.
Perhaps because he was so used to goodbyes.
He reached inside his pocket, pulling out a cigarette, not to light it but to hold it between his fingers, crushing the tobacco and watching the shreds filter down into the grass.