no subject

( Hank watches the kid order his fucking meal off the kid's menu - even with the employee's expression flickering between hospitable to quizzical, Gabriel's confidence exudes compliance for his request. Hank held his breath for a moment and watched the waiter slip away. Hank's eyes fall back on the younger man's face; Gabriel eyes the table before Hank. The older man lowers his eyes and tries to spy what it was Gabriel was seeing. That is until the youth gave it away with the comment about his watch. Hank's eyes his watch, his hand comes up, and he turns it as he cocks his head, a frown to his lips. )

You want to fix my watch? ( He settles his hand back onto the table and raises his eyes to Gabriel's. ) Alright. I guess, if you want to earn your meal.