"Hey..." That sad smile hurts Garrot deep in his emotional core. The hand that was on Gyre's shoulder gives a light squeeze, and there's the slightest, whimpering sigh. There's so much he wants to say, to do for him, but he knows how the elf is. But still...

"If you decide to shake things up, I know some places that'd love to have you." He chuckles a bit before closing his eyes for a moment. Memories of the island monastery he lived at and his boyfriend's childhood home came to mind. "Quiet, remote, lots of nature, good people..."

Sure, he can't force Gyre to accept his help, but he can always leave the door open in case he changes his mind...