[Gabriel would be more surprised if McCree weren't eavesdropping, they tended to keep a lot of things private for one reason or another. Arms crossed loosely, for the moment.]

Is it? What's more ridiculous, me not wanting you to take a couch in a house that's apparently yours, or not wanting you or McCree sleeping out in a barn.

[Words firm as usual, but his back was towards the door, leveling a different sort of Look at Jack.]