When Hestia asked him to come to the house, he could think of nothing else but to agree to it. He did rather wish to see how she was doing. He quietly changed clothing after work. Blue clothes were no way to go to see someone. Not unless they were purposefully so.
Once he was ready, he apparated to the house, quietly knocking before letting himself in. "It's me," he called out. After a moment, he frowned. "I mean...Gilbert. In case that was unclear. Me could be a great many people, I suppose." Oh, do shut up