Gabe didn't manage to actually see any fish, even when he sprinkled some crumbs from his sandwich into the water, but that didn't mean there weren't any. Anyway, the ripples in the water, the texture of the pond-bottom, the way the light crystallised beneath the surface, was all more than enough to capture his attention. For quite a while he stayed as he was, a delighted smile on his lips and gaze tracking the water's movement.

It wasn't until his back prickled weirdly that Gabriel actually realised someone else was there and watching him.

At first he blinked at the stranger, unnerved by the fact he hadn't known the man was there at all, but then he shook off the feeling and smiled warmly. Especially since it seemed this man, also, was ill--though perhaps in a different way to the first man he'd spoken to. (Gabriel had already started to think of him as 'Job'.)

"Hello," he said, lifting his voice to span the distance; it was the voice of someone who was well-trained in making his words carry. The Archangel pushed himself to his feet, absently brushing off his grass-stained knees and then picking up the slippers he'd toed off at some point after diverting from the path. It was only when he started to move that he registered how cold he'd gotten and shivered, startle crossing his face at the reaction; the nurses had made sure he was appropriately dressed for the temperature, but even so, he'd been still for a long time.

His second smile at the man was rueful, even as he moved closer. "I forgot how cold it was." Forgot that he could get cold. "I'm Gabe. Were you there long?"

He didn't sound accusing or censuring; just curious and maybe a little sheepish.