The only reason he doesn't slam the brakes the moment he hears the question is the fact he hasn't been paying too much attention to both the road - empty as usual - and the kid.
"What?"
"You asked Jack that, and that's why he was out after working his shift?"
The only answer Gabriel gets is a kick to the door.
Gabriel decelerates and pulls up at the side of the road without a word. Only after he's able to let go of the wheel he turns to Angel.
"You shouldn't be spending time with John and the rest of family if that's what you take from it."
Gabriel had been a rebellious teenager once, and if they weren't parked on the side of the road and touching on things from fifteen years ago, he would maybe smirk knowingly at the obvious attempt to fish for the story while trying to appear disinterested.
"You should really apologize to Jack later." No answer, only the side door slammed shut, but the momentary grimace on the kid's face tells him all.
Now, Gabriel lets himself grip the steering wheel until his hands hurt, releasing it only when he stops at the station's parking.
"Jack and Angel had an argument, bad one, I think."
"And you know that because...?"
"Because, you know, I'd been driving Angel to school for a month now."
"We would get to know first, if anyone finds him."
He's reaching for the work phone anyway.
"Again, thank you, but not..." Gabriel drops the receiver when his phone rings and he breathes a sigh of relief at the flashing name. Shows it briefly to Ana before picking up the call. "Where are you? Is everything okay?"
"Where did you get that phone?" On the other side of the room, Ana perks up.
"You must be Gabe, because that's the last call here?"
"Oh, it's Lena, you know? We think someone should pick him up, and your number was first..."
"Pick him up from where?"
"So Zen found him on the beach, and we brought him here."
"You're at the commune?"
"Yes. Our little piece of paradise."
"No. Looks like a slow day. If not, I'll call the reserve."
"Take it." Ana leans back in the chair and puts her legs on the desk. "The service there's spotty, at least the radio should work. Try not to get too strict on you-know-what, they're making no trouble and spend a lot of money, so no harm."
"Call me when you know what happened."
"Yes, mom." He almost hears the mandatory eye-roll at the nickname.
"Cheeky bastard."
Jack, still obviously drunk, looks at him, and immediately makes a displeased face. Would be funny if not for the bruise forming on his forehead, and the bandaged hand.
"Where's your car?"
"Ana sent you?" Jack articulates with the drunken kind of care.
"Half the people here are," Jack answers absentmindedly, and then covers his mouth with a sheepish look of someone who said too much.
"I noticed. What's with the hand?"
"Mhm. A cut." Gabriel puts the phone on the blanket and reaches for the bandaged arm. The dressing looks professional and covers the whole forearm. He doesn't like the implication. "And the car?"
"Yeah, I remember. C'mon, you can sleep it off at the station." Gabriel nudges him lightly.
"I don't want to. Ana will have words."
"Don't you have work?" Jack picks at the sleeve of his uniform, and something about the assumption present in the question makes Gabriel almost smile.
"Off the hook about today. Do you need anything?"
"Okay, I'll see what I can do." He gets back up, dislodging Jack's fingers from the fabric with caution. He had seen an elaborate kettle outside. "Just don't wander off anywhere."
"Won't."
"Samovar, courtesy of Zarya, officer Reyes." The monk hands him a cup full of bitter smelling tea. "I take it you are here for Jack?"
"Thank you for coming down the other day to give the statement about the altercation with the Morrisons."
The other man mutters something in foreign language, obviously non-flattering, and probably offensive.
A roundabout way of saying that there is no resentment towards Jack for whatever the rest of his family tries to do about the land.
"How bad was his hand?"
"Shallow lacerations, many of them." Hanzo does not seem willing to continue, eyeing Gabriel suspiciously, and it does nothing to dispel his doubts.
He returns to the re-purposed cargo container to find Jack curled on his side and sleeping. Definitely better for both of them for him to sleep off the alcohol because Gabriel isn't sure how much more he can take now.
Gabriel drinks from the cup. The tea is as bitter as it smells, with a sour and earthy aftertaste.
"You're a real piece of work sometimes, you know?"
Excited shouting interrupts the quiet, and for a brief moment Gabriel is presented with the image of Lena running topless towards the lake.
Jack slowly pulls himself to a sitting position, bleary-eyed, probably still buzzed a bit, and with an obvious hangover setting in.
"I fucked up. Sorry." His eyes are focused in his lap.
"Happens to the best of us. Here, drink at least a bit." Gabriel hands him the cup with the remaining tea. "I'll go and get a hot one."
"Scoot over."
"Could you not say anything to Angel?"
"The kid isn't that stupid. He's almost fifteen." Gabriel shrugs.
"We were plenty stupid at his age."
"Because we shared one hormonal brain cell between the two of us for the most of the time. If my kid ever tried half the shit we did, they would be grounded well past the age of eighteen."
"I don't think anyone else would try petting a sleeping black bear."
"City boy." Jack tilts his head back. In his voice, it's an endearment, not an insult. "I don't know who had been more scared, you, or the bear."
"I'm betting on me. And don't change the subject. He will know."
"He's going to care. He cares."
"You got drunk. You got hurt. That's all." Gabriel shrugs and puts his chin on Jack's shoulder. "What's important, he hears it from you, not from someone else. You think John wouldn't try to exploit that?"
"That's... The closest I got, she threw the ring at me, I told you." Gabriel chuckles.
"I thought you were joking."
"You're going back to your normal life. I know."
"That too. But I've been thinking, and, come with me. You and Angel."
"Just until you get your feet on the ground, no strings attached. Away from this fucking town."
He finds himself almost scrambling for some kind of explanation or reassurance, and coming up empty. Instead, with a weary sigh, he pulls up the other hand and brushes his fingers against the blond hair.
"I don't... I can't expect anything."
"Just... just think it over. This place is no good for you, and it's not going to be better for him."
"It's my home," Jack finally answers, setting the cup aside.
"Bullshit. You don't believe it yourself."
"Good. Feeling up for a walk?"
"To bring around your car." If the old pier is the place he goes to drink, than Gabriel is not letting him go there alone even more than he would otherwise.
"Fine. Hope you don't mind getting your pants wet."
"It's been windy for the last week."
True. He had forgotten about the way the wind pushes the waves over the natural barricades, and the water in some places trickles into ditches and gullies carved by the spring's runoff.
"Fine." Jack leans forward and disentangles himself from the blanket. Gabriel is loath to loosen his hold on him, and immediately misses the warmth and the smell. "Don't say later I didn't warn you," he adds, still snappy, standing.
"I'm good." Jack doesn't wait for him, stepping outside almost immediately - though, outside is a generous term with how the containers are set up and open to the brisk air coming from the lake.
Gabriel follows with palms buried deep into the pockets of his jacket, silent, focused on the path before him.
Jack slows down for a moment and turns a bit to look back at him.
"They're having some prefab cabins delivered. Tried to get them built but no-one would commit to it."
"Can't be cheap."
"It isn't. Hanzo's paying for everything."
"You wouldn't believe it. He's a real-life yakuza."
"Money laundering?"
"I don't think so. I don't know the details, but his brother died in a car crash," Jack shrugs and turns around, walking backwards for a few steps, "and he'd been the one behind the wheel."
"One way of looking at it, I guess, but it's a good place." Jack climbs a rotten log, jumping off it lightly immediately after. "The deed's in his name, too."
"Honestly, I don't know. Francis liked that beach, it's as good reason as any other."
"How's he, anyway? Francis, I mean," he continues at the lack of the response.
"Overdose. Almost six years ago."
"Don't. That's on me. You didn't know. John killed him, but I also did." Gabriel hears the resentment building up in his voice and steps closer.
"If it was..."
"Stop. Just stop."
"No," Jack cuts him off right away. "I told you my case got thrown out because John had money and influence? Well, he also had drugs, and Francis had been clean for half a year then, and he tried to help. He showed up to the hearing completely fucked up."
"I don't mean, just fucked up. Almost comatose. He tried to reach out but I was so, so angry. Told him to get shafted every time."
"What did you mean by rude awakening?"
"It's nothing, don't..."
Not she. A body. It's easier this way.
"I knew her. She's the fourth one."