He gives a little smile at Gabriel as he sits himself down across from him, scooting the chair a little so that they aren't so far away from each other.

"So... I'm rusty at this. In case you couldn't tell. We eat and we gaze lovingly into each others eyes and talk about bullshit for an hour before we make out right?" Making himself wince internally at his bitterness and dropping his eyes to his hands folded on the table.

"Good thing I like your brand of bullshit. It's a lot like mine," he half-laughs.