book 4: drinks for two

He chuckles at her hiccup. Cute, wasn't it? Such a tiny thing letting out such a noise was adorable. No, no, he couldn't be thinking these things. Right? Ugh. Gil has to think though for a moment. Had he actually seen those pups yet? No, he had just taken Ignis' word and didn't question anything else. Why would the man lie to him? His brow furrows as he drunkenly thinks of this predicament. Well, fuck. What if they were his? Did it really matter at this point?

Another grumble. Then he notices. She shivers. She's staring up at him with those big eyes. Damn. Those glimmering eyes draw him. Gil leans over him, shifting so that he can hover closer. Not too close, not yet, no. A noise vibrates in his chest. She still wanted to live in the house? Did she think he was going to force her to leave the isle? Modesty might... Once she recovered... Probably wasn't going to be pleased with Jael on the top floor.

"Migh' haveta move rooms, but ya can stay in the house," he murmurs, his lids drooping and lips turning in a sloppy smile. He wanted to make her happy. Make Modesty happy. Make everyone happy. Was that not an option?