Gabriel yawns, stretching his arms above his head, his stomach peeking out from the bottom of his shirt. It's been a few months since he joined your group, and although he was wary at first he seems to have warmed up to you now. He spent so long fending for himself, but now he's accepted that he can trust you to protect him from the zombies.

"I'm not even tired." He rolls his eyes, watching you curled up on the couch. "And you're not my mom, don't tell me to go to bed." He laughs.