"Everyone says Finn makes them special," Gabe says, unable to help a little defense of his place of work. Because it's polite, he shakes Ignacio's hand, the grip brief as if his touch might give something away.

Shrugging, he looks down at his shoes and scuffs his toes into the pavement. He needs a new pair soon. These are the only ones he'd had when he came to town and constant use is wearing them down.

"Those are bad for you, you know. Smoking."