He hadn’t even realised that he had been pouting until he had been called out on it and promptly made to rectify the fact. It wasn’t his fault that he hated this moment, hated that soon they were going to have to say goodbye to one another for three damn weeks. “You know I’ve had my fair share of people walking out and not coming back, right?” Gable argued, it was a normal concern for him to have, though there wasn’t any need for him to worry about a lack of a return when this was second nature to them. For a brief second, he hovered and just watched Seth move around before stepping up close and grabbing for his hand. “I’ll try not to fall for the next knight in shining armour that walks into the shop, does that sound fair?” A soft laugh escaped his lips, hiding the aching in his chest that reminded him of the dwindling time they had left together. He peered into one of the offending bags, looking for something that stood out to him – but nothing did. Maybe he was just distracted. “Which hoodie did you leave for me this time? I wanna know what I’ll be wearing when I wake up at the early hours you’ve re-conditioned me to rise at.”
