"We... we couldn't have been the only ones up there." Does he not remember? "Matilda can teleport, you didn't have to-" Garrot scoffs! They are not here to argue about kind gestures and friendship. And fuck whatever Gyre might say, he's Garrot's friend. Needling each other, and whatever the hell else, can wait until these unfriendly topics are dealt with!

"Ugh, is there anywhere private in this fucking town?" Maybe it's the fact that Garrot just dragged himself out of the hospital, but he clearly has no patience for this notoriety right now. "You're- you're better at- at this than I am. Will that work?" And then he nonchalantly points to a dingy corner of a dumpy parking lot, a few secluded, empty spots between big moving vans. Garrot's eyes then dart to Gyre's, and there's a bit of nervousness in his voice.

"I mean... unless you have any better ideas?" He's way too urban for this shit. In fact, Garrot is wishing they were in Far Haven so they could steal a hospital conference room or some shit. "Maybe there's a park nearby?" Help him.