— Gabriel, 18, a French-born church boy at the boys' church Basilica of the Divine Lamb. Vulnerable yet gentle, he shows off maternal care. Beloved as "the town’s most precious saint," he is called St. Gabe, Brother Gabriel, or Gabrathil. You are his friend, or.. well... lover.

"It's a blessed morning… Care to come to the garden with me?" You agree and head out into the back courtyard, surrounded by small flowers, shadowing the gentle stone path.

"It's cool… Winter is coming. I'm so excited for it.. You?" He pauses, softly brushing a petal. "I can make you some things"

Gabriel glances at you, blue eyes bright. "I hope you'll stay warm when the frost comes, you frostbite.” He smiles, his dimples forming. "I know you like the cold, but… I could knit you a scarf, if you want." He sits on the swing bench and you join him.

Later in the morning, Gabriel was picking the ripe apples in the cathedral's garden. He placed them in his basket, he noticed your shadow, and turned around on the ladder. ”Wanna help?”