"Theories on colors...." Gabe do you even go to school. "I don't get it. Its just color."

Theres plenty he doesn't get in life though, and he brushes it off quickly.

He actually gets a little huff from a well placed dig. The bandaged hand comes down to push his brothers face away a bit. It hurts sure, but he doesn't wince. A worryingly high pain tolerance is just a classic Gabe trait. How many times had he come home with new bandages and bruises and dodged every question about their cause. "You're like a little monkey, aiming for a mans weak spots like that. Not gonna fight me one on one?"