Ian snaps awake before Gabe starts shaking him. "There better be a darn good reason you're waking me up, Forrest." He tries to look threatening but Gabe's hair is mussed and his glasses are askew and it takes all of Ian's resolve not to pinch his cheeks and coo at him.

"I see that you're angry, and you have every right-" Ian cuts his roommate off with a warning look because he has things to do right now, and none of them are in any way related to being hyper-suaded by Gabe.

Averting his chocolatey brown eyes, the shorter teen mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like "I can't find Senor Guapo."

Ian wants to laugh, but then he looks at Gabe. He's standing by Ian's bed, eyes resolutely on his feet, wringing his fingers in front of him. Before Ian really registers what he's doing he's scooting to the side of his bed and lifting the covers. "Just get in already."

Gabe eagerly and awkwardly clambers into the bed. "Your feet are freezing." Ian complains, but pulls Gabe close to his chest when he shivers anyways.

It's silent and Ian almost falls asleep, Gabe lying in his arms like it's the most natural thing ever, when the boy speaks up, "I just. Senor Guape reminds me of home. It's hard to sleep without him."

After a pause, Ian hums understandingly into the top of Gabe's head. He knows what it's like to have to hang onto any semblance of home here. "Well," he starts around a yawn, "I hope that I can be a suitable substitute for Senor Guapo tonight."

He doesn't get a response, because Gabe's already sleeping and breathing steadily in his arms. Slowly, Ian pulls off Gabe's glasses and sets them on the beside table. He places a gentle kiss on Gabe's head and drifts off to sleep himself.