"Never in all the times I've known you," he agreed with a slight upturn of his lips, the most he could manage with the sutures in place. He sighed at the affection, drinking it in and even tipping his head to rest it briefly against Gabe's shoulder and then pressing forward to rest against his neck.

He shifted his weight, needing to get some blood flowing through his legs, working out some of the stiffness and muscle kinks. They had come this far, they would survive the rest of the way to the safe house. They had to.

"It's the only way I'm going to be able to eat, so we'll make do, won't we?" He wasn't someone that would ever really enjoy being fed, but he understood he had to eat. This way a bite could go to him and the one to Gabe. Sharing.