Paul made the move for him, made the allowance by reaching out and taking hold of his hand; his thin fingers and slim palm disappeared in the familiar grip, so comforting and just what he needed right then.  Gabriel could feel himself calm down, his heart beating softer, his panic at bay (for now), and he met Paul's gaze once more as he began to speak.<br/><br/>He listened in silence, letting the words wash over him in their sensibility, their concreteness.  Yes, Gabriel would do all that, yes, they would go and take care of this awful business... and then they would come home, and he'd never have to think on it again.  Yes, that was what would happen.<br/><br/>Gabriel did not need to hear the question out loud, could feel the silent reassurance curl around him, in Paul's strong grip, in his beautiful stony face, in his immeasurably constant voice...  He understood, intimately.  Paul would not leave him, would not let him suffer alone.  The young man nodded again, his time more confidently, and murmured out a soft "yes Sir" before gingerly slipping from Paul's lap.  When Paul let go, Gabriel turned and silently walked from the kitchen, moving like a ghost.<br/><br/>It did not take him long to clean up, and it did not take him long to pack-- in a short enough time, Gabriel was ready to leave, his suitcase prepared and his hair almost dry.  He barely said a word, from the condo to the airport, and once on the plane, he was utterly mute, staring out the window at the clouds and lost in his own fractured thoughts.<br/><br/>The flight was not long, merely a couple of hours or so, but they would need to rent a car once they landed-- Green River was too small a town to have its own airport or any landing site, and the closest city was fourty minutes away.  Gabriel could provide directions, however.  He remembered exactly where everything was.