Who made you a family man?

Gareth smirked and chuckled as he was warned about Venom's sarcasm and sharp wit and how she would likely throw any sass he gave her right back at him. He could only imagine how the two of them managed to stay out of constant wars of sarcasm with how he knew his brother to be, but it seemed to be working for them regardless. As he brought up going to meet Venom and pausing his nonexistent plans to do so, Maverick retorted with squeezing him in between all their bedroom antics—earning a groan and an eye roll from Gareth as he shook his head with amused exasperation. Maverick had always been the Casanova of the two of them, always the one with a lady in his bed or some lady he was pursuing. His comical, but undoubtedly truthful mentioning of how often they were caught up in the bedroom certainly didn't surprise him. It was a little hard to not be the slightest bit jealous, but it was really nothing new and he had to be happy for his brother to finally have some kind of steady thing going that seemed like it would be a good influence on him.

The smaller of the two males got to his paws as well as Maverick stood to start leading him toward Ashen to meet this woman that was stunning enough to snag his wild child of a brother. The comment about playing nicely to avoid getting his toes bitten off made him raise a brow quizzically at Maverick as they began to walk toward the pack, chuckling as he questioned, "Where in the world are you taking me? Are you actually being held hostage? Blink twice if you need rescuing." He laughed lightly and bumped his shoulder into Maverick's, happy to just be with his brother again after so long. They weren't far from the pack's border so it was just a short walk to reach it, but he let Maverick take the lead since he wasn't sure what all the pack's rules and regulations might be.

"Gareth"