The first reaction Gabriel had when he saw Rory's image was him being irked. He didn't like how Rory looked at all. Messy. Unattended. It was like he'd even just put on whatever he'd found on his floor. Just now with how he tried to look sly to zip his zipper close. No one ever forgets to shut their fly when he was their guest or visitor.

Even moreso, to forget him of all people.

Gabriel pursed his lips. He decided he didn't like this scriptwriter at all and he brushed past him when he was offered to come in. His hands found their way into the pockets of his pants and he looked around the other's place for a second or two before he'd looked out the window. For a scriptwriter, this was certainly a nice view of the city.