now that is a boy i love! god come home to me in fgo you golden garbage can man. your mother misses you.
⇀ How bemusing for one who owns all the world’s treasures to be made to recognize the falsehood of that proclamation. For you are certainly the dearest and rarest treasure he could envision, but you are not an object to be merely possessed and stored away. No, that would demean the relationship you share, the equality that is not quite equality but edges near. (A marvel you might be--and certainly are--yet you are only human, a far cry from his or Enkidu’s divine natures.) He views you as one worthy of standing beside him, a cherished contradiction he strives to wholly possess whilst chiding himself for the crudeness of such an impulse.
⇀ Reverent praises extolling your being are, of course, part and parcel of being with Gil. His love for you measures just shy of his love for himself, and you must be able to see and understand how flattering and sincere such an arrogant sentiment is coming from him. For himself, he accepts only the best, and for you, he demands the same, even if you are content with less. Glimmering gold and silver-tongued speech only do so well in cloaking that he is the type to throw a tantrum at a restaurant when your meal comes out slightly overdone. He is as embarrassing as he is flattering.
⇀ With any troubles you might experience, it is difficult to predict a reaction from Gil. Sometimes, he might swoop in, cackle, and busily insert himself despite any protests from you or others to resolve the issue. You’re above petty concerns; how foolishly, dangerously daring of mongrels to pester you themselves or with their idiocy. But, then, provided nothing is life threatening or aggrieving you deeply, he can be equally content to let you face your own problems. There is meaning in struggle, in hard-won victories, and he delights to see you affirm his belief in your ability. Caprice does so often dominate his behavior.