Did whatever the hell he needed if it meant he'd end up with Jack in his arms, feeling a physical weight and warmth and him up against him. Tucked together under one jacket as he was too tired to pull his arms out of the one he'd pulled on, gripping at Jack desperately as if he was physically the sole lifeline he had then and there. Wasn't wrong, wasn't wrong at all. Did so much for him just to make sure he survived, that he could come back to him and not-

Didn't want to leave him alone, didn't want to be left alone. Needed that physical contact and touch. Weight, the smell of him, even if they were both still bloody and smelled like it, sweat and rain and dust. His hold only so much tighter out of his own desperation than what strength he had left.

Gabriel wheezed a little, head rested against Jack's and eyes closed, welled up tears falling without his notice. "Mm," He was sorry too, even if he couldn't put words in to it other than just tucking close and bundling against each other as they were.

"Got you."