Gavin didn't judge people like that. He couldn't. If he did, then that made him no better than the people who had treated him like shit for being what he was, something he couldn't change. He might not know anything about psychics, or what Brodie was going through, but friends didn't just abandon each other. When Brodie was better - and Gavin did believe that Brodie would get better - maybe he could explain it to him so he'd understand.
Once up in the apartment, Gavin took a quick look around to make sure the place looked kind of presentable, seeing as he'd gone to bed the night before without thinking he'd be having company. The couch was clear and the dirty dishes had made their way to the sink, and that was good enough for him. "It's worth a shot," he said. "Hold on, I'll be right back." Gavin went into his bedroom and started digging through his closet for all his winter gear and the gloves that should have been in there. In truth, Brodie could have followed him into the bedroom if he wanted, it wasn't like Gavin had anything to hide, but it probably would have been awkward. With gloves in hand, he came back to where Brodie was standing. "Here," he offered, holding them out to Brodie.