Sound of their breath fades with the light

Making their way up that final staircase and through the door onto the roof, Gil doesn't hide his eyes widening in surprise. He pretends to also not notice the companions slinking away behind them and keeps his focus on the picnic laid out in front of them. His lips pull up into a smile as he approaches the spread and looks over to Modesty as she jokes about her hair falling out.

Gil's brow furrow for a moment as his brain clicks about what she means. His gaze turns upward to the ominous moon and he can't help but let out a sigh. "I loved you the first time and I'll still love you the second time," he teases, picking up one of the bottles to take a long swig from it. He would be lying if he didn't say he was a little bit nervous. "No sense in waiting for it to fall out," Gil speaks in a lowered tone, making it quite obvious that he knew it was a romantic gesture as he steps toward Modesty.