[It's been a pretty productive morning. Gabriel's learned that he is apparently a superhero who has been de-aged to his teenaged self. He's surmised that this is probably his house - his future-self's house, anyway - and has felt subsequently much better about helping himself to its contents.
And he's figured out flying, which is how he's come to be seated on the roof. With a beer that is definitely to his tastes.]
Hey yourself!
[He calls back cheerfully enough, though without too much enthusiasm. Whoever this is, he doesn't remember a thing about them.]
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And he's figured out flying, which is how he's come to be seated on the roof. With a beer that is definitely to his tastes.]
Hey yourself!
[He calls back cheerfully enough, though without too much enthusiasm. Whoever this is, he doesn't remember a thing about them.]