Grumpily, Gil rolls over and pulls a blanket over his head, peering at Tokiomi from underneath. It's a long, grumpy stare, and what makes it terrible is the more he looks, the more a very simple fact settles in Gilgamesh's mind:
Here's the person you loved. Here's the person they took from you.
Real-Gil scoffs at the notion, because Tokiomi hardly seems like the kind of person Gilgamesh would be intersted in. He's too soft. Too proper.
But something is urging him to accept those facts and make them a part of his reality and he can't make it shut up, out of sorts as he is.]
...you're here.
[Tired. Confused. Nothing feels like it makes sense, so he rubs his face to hide the blush creeping to his ears (since when did he blush?)]
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Grumpily, Gil rolls over and pulls a blanket over his head, peering at Tokiomi from underneath. It's a long, grumpy stare, and what makes it terrible is the more he looks, the more a very simple fact settles in Gilgamesh's mind:
Here's the person you loved.
Here's the person they took from you.
Real-Gil scoffs at the notion, because Tokiomi hardly seems like the kind of person Gilgamesh would be intersted in. He's too soft. Too proper.
But something is urging him to accept those facts and make them a part of his reality and he can't make it shut up, out of sorts as he is.]
...you're here.
[Tired. Confused. Nothing feels like it makes sense, so he rubs his face to hide the blush creeping to his ears (since when did he blush?)]
That's all. I was... surprised.