Beware an old man in a profession where men die young.

He could concede to that, Jack being correct in the fact Gabriel had fussed over him for two days just about, and that it was his turn to be fussed over. Driving for so long and, well. He nuzzled against those fingers before letting his head solidly rest against Jack's thighs, huffing with a slightly dramatic air to it- "You win."

Almost seemed too easy, didn't it? Spoke for how exhausted Gabriel really was, letting the physical connection soothe him as well as the bond itself.