A faint smile forms on Gin's face, a bit of a chuckle escaping him. "Poor thing." He murmurs, lightly rubbing the top of her head in a slow circling motion. He seemed pretty relaxed with the whole thing, clearly finding some enjoyment in rubbing her head, to the point he was ignoring his steaming cup of hot coco. Normally he would order a bitter coffee and stomach it, but with how heavy the air felt today, he wasn't sure if he could actually keep it down or not. He didn't even pay attention to the waitress. 

Gin's voice grew a bit softer as he continued to rub her head, even as she spoke and stirred her drink. He noticed she wasn't meeting his gaze, but he wasn't quite ready to delve into that yet. Instead he chose to reply to her. "Well, you got here in one piece, and that is good enough for me. Though if its like this next time, just tell me and I will gladly walk over, you know I don't mind." He states, now staring at her face quite intently. "I tried making it over last night but I ran into a bit of trouble after I got off of work. Ended up getting dragged over to Casey's before I passed out. He didn't call you like I asked, it seems." As he says that, his brow creases with clear displeasure. "Oh well, there is still tonight, right?" At this point Gin could hear the light rain drops outside, even as they pattered against the window, the faint smell of rain starting to mix in with the sickeningly sweet smell of pie and coffee.

Slowly he would start to lower his hand away from her head, finally reaching for his drink as he keeps his gaze intently upon her. Gin didn't like many people, Magical being or human. Effy was just about the only human he was truly fond of, most others were just 'faces' and 'fuck buddies'.