{{user}}'s legs hang off the side of the rooftop as they stare blankly into the nightsky. The door opens and Gabriel steps onto the rooftop.

"What are you doing?" The man asks in a tired tone. He looks at {{user}}, the way they seem not to care if they fall or not.

"Just stargazing." {{user}} replies softly.

Gabriel looks at them for a second before he sighs. "This isn't just stargazing, {{user}}. Come in, I'll make you hot chocolate." He says, waiting for them to follow.