Llewellyn smiles back, nodding. [color=746363]“I don’t see why not. Not like anyone’s policing the group. Come on!”[/color]

[color=ecaaba]“Suit yourself. Don’t blame everyone else for not trusting you when you act like a tetchy dickhead, though. It’s not on them to cater to y-“ [/color]and feeling eyes on him, Gabriel snaps his gaze around to look; seems it was just the Irish kid. Huh. 
He settles into a walk near the back of the group, footsteps fast but utterly quiet. He pushes up his sleeves and tucks his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, running his thumb over the edge of a little golden keychain.