"Of course." He pauses and looks back at Caleb. "I...still have that flannel you loaned me." There's a slight reluctance in his tone; he doesn't want to give it back. Somehow, in the short time he's had it, Gabe has come to think of it as a safe place.

"They have a Keurig, so you can put together any kind of drink you like. They say the kitchen is mine to use, however I like. I don't really though..."