"I can't say that I have," he admits, though that was mostly because... he just didn't think to look. Why would he have? It wasn't like there was anyone he particularly needed (or wanted) to see. In fact, he would have vastly preferred to be here alone. And the idea that someone like Gaelio might be here, while plausible, was the last thing on his mind... There wasn't anyone else whose presence would cause problems for him, he thought, but maybe this was something he should look into anyway. After all, if Gaelio could be here from the past, who was to say that someone couldn't be here from his future? He had always been careful in his actions, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Perhaps we should consider asking around. Once you look a little more presentable, that is." Again, he teases. (And he's distinctly aware that this isn't all an act, even if it should be, even if he was meant to be over this. He shouldn't get so caught up in these feelings, this nostalgia... but a little part of him does.) He puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. If anyone else is here, we'll find them."

He reassures him, if only because he knows there aren't many people Gaelio would be so concerned about. (And rightfully so.) He may not give a name, but he already knows.