At that, Gabe could only laugh, quietly and shortly, but with a startled kind of amusement that was nevertheless relieving. Tension had to be released somewhere, and Gabriel much preferred this way. "No, it isn't."

He took the napkins, making a face at the stickiness, but felt oddly better at the sheer mundanity of the problem. Satisfied he wasn't going to spread the juice around, Gabe crumbled the napkins and finally sat. "Thank you. I'm Gabe, and you?"