As Effy stood up, Gin quickly went about shoving his glasses on and following her to the door. He simply shoved his wallet into his pants pocket, stopping a bit short as she too stopped. He was quiet for a few moments until the sound of a shaky breath reached his ears. He would have thrown his hoodie at her, but he hadn't brought it with him today. So instead he quickly closes the space between them, promptly resting his chin on the top of her head.

"Effy?" He mumbles out worriedly, glancing through the door out at the rain. The wave of his rainy-day tiredness returned rather quickly as he did so, causing him to lean onto Effy a bit more than he had intended. The sudden urge to curl into a ball and snuggle into something warm was so very appealing, but he knew once they got going that it would vanish, especially once they got to Noir. Something about that place, despite the weather, was always revitalizing. But if Gin had to guess, it was something to do with the constant traffic of magical others there.

"Are you safe to drive? "