Onwards

The tension in the room snaps like lightning when Jael takes notice of his presence. Gil stands, his own muscles tensing as he meets her gaze. Well, fuck, he hadn't expected this... Any of this. Not his heart pounding in his chest, his stomach twisting into knots, his eyes staring confused at the picture of Modesty wrapped around Jael. When had this happened? When had they grown so close? He couldn't quite put it all into place. A rather confusing puzzle really.

He's pulled from his frozen stance when Modesty deadpans asks if she's calling her fat. Gil can't help his mouth going agape a moment, swallowing his saliva hard, it hurts. "No, dear, you're as ravaging as you've always looked," a hint of a smile, the flat toned joke soaring straight over his head. Men. It doesn't slip past him though that Modesty tucks closer around Jael, giving him room, but also a choice. Where would he join them? If he made the wrong move, it would be over for them all. If he made the right choice, he might actually enjoy a night with both of them.

His pulse quickens again as he further enters the room. He had to take the obvious choice, the safest. Moving toward Modesty, Gil lands himself against Modesty's back so he's cuddling her, even if she is taller than him, she's definitely not far enough for him to not be the big spoon. In a moment of bravery though, he twists his head so that it lays over Modesty's shoulders, enabling him to look both at Modesty and Jael. Once he's settled, he looks briefly at Jael before his gaze lands on Modesty. Would this be approved or would he be booted?

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