"Gabe." Don't be like that. Don't be sad. His arm loops around Gabe's shoulders and curls. Clings. Tugs upward as though he could bodily haul North up from the ground and into the hammock with him if possible. "We're here now. Home- home doesn't matter. We have this place, we got this time."

Here has to matter more cuz otherwise he's gonna lose his goddamn mind entirely. Here is important. "I have you here. To talk to. To call me an idiot, to remind me to not be a dick."