He talked, it was kind of his thing. Some people withdrew, went a little nutty during rehab, but not Gabriel. Talking to other people was the closest he got to something like therapy. After all, if he couldn't help himself, why not try and at least be sociable?

"Sure. I don't think it occurs to a lot of folks that we can walk around outside, get a little fresh air. Something that smells a little less like despair."

Reaching out, Gabriel took his hand. "C'mon Stretch. Let's get some air."