A Quiet Logic

Gabe, through all of this, had said nothing.

He was still watching Brooks with the expression I'd been trying to read since we'd arrived—the neutral that wasn't bad or anything concerning. I crouched down to be at his level, which was something I'd learned with Leo, that getting down to the actual height of a small person changed the texture of the interaction.

Gabe looked at me.

"Is this okay?