God, he does not regret punching him. As much as he loves him and wants to help prevent whatever apparently happens he is already so tired of this bullshit.

"Well not anymore it's not." Nothing has gone to shit yet, not for Gabriel.

"I don't know what the hell has happened," not for lack of trying, he adds mentally. "But I'm here now. Let me help." He reaches out, grabbing his wrist just long enough to press the wedding ring (the one that was thrown at his feet, the one he's had in his pocket ever since 76 put a gun in his face) into the palm of 76's bare hand.