If he did, it would make Gil the third person he'd carried over his shoulders in this town. The second one that was still alive at the time. His expression wavered at the question, but relaxed at the shoulder pat and reassurance. He nodded and let Gil out into the snow and towards Phillips Drive.

Once they got to the house, he let them in, glancing around for any of his housemates. None to be seen in the kitchen/living room. He gestured to the island. "You okay to sit here or would you prefer the couch?"

They could talk while he made the coffee if Gil sat at the island, but he would understand if he needed to sit somewhere more comfortable than that.