[ Gabe has noticed that small wavering out of the corner of his eye as he tosses some rather disgusting pieces of funk, feces, and other fascinating objects off the floor. This is probably going to take Gabe all day to get to his standards. However in many ways the state is a giant hypocrite - as he has got considerably more thin with his excessive drinking and not eating as much. The flood on his end of the spectrum hasn't been kind either and he might be a running a slight fever. ]

Absolutely not anythin' of the sort! I'm just worried 'bout ya cause your brother told me to check on ya. I owe it to him in ... some ways. I suppose. It's the least I can do for him, ya know? [ He's one of the only people I can trust. Something inside of him wants to say that, but it merely comes out in his mind as noise, grating, pumping, and pain. Luckily, he only winces and shakes his head while he continues to speak.

Gabe however continues cleaning, in a hurry making sure to keep a good eye on his feet because he doesn't want to accidentally step on anything that may scurry across the floor. ] Ya guess? Did ya get any proper sleep, or...? [ He pauses, that must have sounded strange to Jack, so he continues. ] I know it's kinda hard to sleep in a mess like this... so I'm just concerned and so are the rest of your friends, ya know?