Gabriella lightly creased his cheek with her thumb, a mixture of excitement, happiness and heartbreak. His cheek was warm, warmer than it should have been.  She wanted this, but at the same time, this was the last thing she wanted.<br/>"Vincent...? What do you mean you're not the same?" Gabby looked at him, her eyebrows coming together. She pulled her hand from his cheek and turned away from him. "You have a temperature, you should go and rest." Gabby stated suddenly.<br/><br/>She knew full well that he was serious and probably upset, but so was Gabby. She didn't want to talk, she didn't want him to justify leaving her. She didn't want him to try to justify what she heard last night.