[Give him warmer temperatures any day, Gabriel could stand dessert heat for all he cared, but the cold was another thing altogether. Sure he could work through it, had worked through it with little complaint.

Now? Now he'd complain if he damn well wanted to—]

I thought I always looked like I'm about to murder somebody. [Had him peering from his blankets, however.] also, depends on if it actually works.

[Give him time and he'll make a blanket fort for warmth. Even if this wasn't the worse thing that had happened to him temperature wise, he could freely complain and be dramatic about it.

Sitting up from his slouch with a roll of eyes.]

Yeah, yeah. Alright, farm boy.