[Gabe had been more subdued over November, he had noted. He wasn't always in an emotional state to pursue it, dealing with his own things, but he had made note of it. For him, it was obvious when Gabe wasn't himself, but others would definitely find it difficult.

He took the hand up and allowed Gabe to get him back to his feet, dusting himself off and tail wagging a little. He was getting used to that. He nodded his head.]

I know. Your place is big enough that both of us need to work, and you're spending more time at that bakery again. Don't make me drag you back to your place again.

[He nudge the older man between the shoulders as a prompt to lead on to the green houses.]

Yeah, let's go. [A beat.] You don't like winter much?