"Yeah. I've got beer and food and a comfortable sofa." No hammock, no birdsong and waterfall but it's got bits of him, of North, of Sombra and Connie and Locus and Parker's bear still tucked up against the mantle. Bits of everyone that's reached in and helped haul him out of the whole. Bits of the life he's built here because he's not going to get anything else and now-

Now Gabriel knows that feeling for himself.

It's not one he'd ever wanted to share. Quiet and careful he sidles up like he used to, bumping against Gabe's shoulder gently. Years. It's been years for Gabe and he's- he's in the place York had been when North swung in with a smirk and a shield, saving his ass. "I think I've got some bitterballen in the freezer."