By the time they reach the threshold of the Residence, Gabriel is quiet, as though he's feeling weird. He knows he should be happy, even if Claire hasn't given him any definite answer yet. Anyway, she wouldn't let him walk with him arm in arm in the most romantic rain in the history of mankind if she doesn't at least reciprocate his feelings. But still, there must be something in that cold rain that has struck him—he hadn't been working out, he's been under too much stress lately, and running like mad through that curtain of cold water must have been short of suicide. So by the they reach the Residence, Gabriel's slightly shivering from the cold.
"Are you all right?" Claire says, squeezing him in the arm.
"Y-yes, I'm fine," he tries to smile. He takes a deep breath if only to hide his chattering teeth.
"You're soaking wet, Gabriel. First, you must change quickly into some dry comfy clothes. I'm sure we this place has something of your size. You own this entire building."
