Gavin shuffled over to the table and sat down in the chair that she had pulled out for him, taking a sip of his Kool Aid and then sliding the glass from one hand to the other. He didn't think she'd been terrible. If something was there, something was there, and from the looks of it, her and Harry loved each other long before he came along. Well, until now. This whole thing with Harry seemed to come out of no where.
"Me? No, nothing besides being the typical Irishman, frequenting the pubs and all that lot." He smiled up at her and then looked back at his drink. "I did go back to Ireland for a little bit, with Trevor. That was nice. I hadn't been there in God knows how long. What about you?"