[The focus drawn tight across Gabriel's brow stood well enough as testament to the care he'd put into this already, the thought- it came as a relief to see some of that tension escape from his body as he settled down once more, even if he did not seem altogether calm.

But it was a good plan. He sat silently for a moment or two, watching the tiny, squirming little things latch on to the sponge- trying to ignore the impulse to take Gabriel's hand, damned by his ignorance as to its motivation- feeling what might even have been called maternal.]

They will have their chance. If not, I will do what I can to keep them well-nourished- in time, I am sure they will be as strong as their siblings. [His optic sensors slid sideways, catching on the strong, stern planes of the man's face, the way the ambiguity of their shadows softened them. His eyes.

Zenyatta's hand froze inches from his cheek- then withdrew, and folded itself awkwardly in his lap instead.] ... you should rest. I can monitor them.