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[asoncalledgabriel]

Gabriel knocks on Steve's door, a bit hesitant because even if Steve invited him, he always feels like he's imposing or something. He'd wanted to bring something with him but he's not much of a cook yet - he's learning, or he's trying to - but he's still getting the hang of everything.

So he has a box of scones from a bakery he likes.

The weather's gotten so much warmer here than he's used to, the summers so much... heavier. But it's the heat as much as the humidity - he's used to humid, Ireland is half rain.

He flashes a shy smile when Steve opens the door. "Sorry I'm a little late, bakery was mobbed."

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[asoncalledgabriel]

"I'm alright, I guess. Registered for school in the fall, working a little bit." Maybe he should be working more, he's got the time. Might as well do it now before the semester starts.

[notonemoment]

Steve nods as he listens. "I saw you got out the other day," he says, as casually as he can manage.

[asoncalledgabriel]

Gabriel blushes hotly. "At the-- at the parade?" he asks as he looks down at the floor, suddenly shy.

[notonemoment]

"We don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to," Steve assures without even looking at him. "But you looked like you were having a good time?"

[asoncalledgabriel]

Gabriel shrugs helplessly. "We can talk about it," he says. "I just-- yeah, I had fun. I ran into some people I know."

He's not sure how he feels about that all, still, but it had mostly been good. Strange, but good.

[notonemoment]

"I'm sure it's still sort of an adjustment," he reasons. The kettle starts to whistle, so he removes it from the burner and sets down a trivet he can rest it on after pouring the water into each of their mugs.

[asoncalledgabriel]

"Something like that," he said. Gabriel picked out a tea to put into his mug before Steve poured the water over it. "You were there, then?"