"That's fair," he says amiably. "I don't trust your friends either."

With a grin to show that he was joking (or was he), he kisses Arashi quickly, slides his hand into the vampire's own, and gently leads them toward the door.

T Gabriel wasn't dressed as casually as before; he wears sturdy boots and dark clothes that had seem some where. There is a definitely curve to his jacket where he keeps a concealed gun. He wears what seems to be his default expression, one of cautious openness. The teenager standing next to him look all of fourteen or fifteen - Latino and with a thin, leanness that echoed Harvestman's own build. The sleeveless Lakers jersey he wears reveals bare arms covered with tattoos, curving loops on his forearms and elaborately designed crucifixes on his upper arms. There is a chain hanging around his neck that looked identical to the one Charlie had.

"Hey, man, you live!" Martín greets Harvestman with a grin and a hearty handshake. His accent somehow manages to be less thick the the older vampire's Southern twang. "We had doubts."

Gabriel smiles thinly, nodding at Arashi.