He couldn't entirely imagine the weight that was settling in across Gabe's shoulders, the pressures of being an omega in high command having to deal with the meat heads some of the others could be. "Uh... yeah, sure, I can do that." He assumed Gabe wasn't joking about that. However, when the burger was set down, he reached out to stroke a hand between the older man's shoulder blades. "Hey... come on, you need to eat. Big day tomorrow."

He had no issue of leaving the room to Gabe to sort himself out. Jack could do that on the exercise floor, punching bags and lifting weights to blow off steam. That was how he normally forced his way through difficult subject matter.

His own fingers found the mark on his inner thigh. It was mostly bruising and scabbing right now. His ruts would be the same as Gabe's heats, more controllable but would require his mate to be near for it to be anything but unproductive. "I guess you'll have to put me on your team when you form them then."