Gawain shrugged. "Perhaps he likes you." Galahad blew acrid smoke away from his face, caught Tristan's level, dark gaze when he glanced up. "Perhaps you need to crawl back into the dark hole from whence you came." "Simply offering a reason." "Don't you have something better to do?" "Y'know, you're amusing when you pout." "Go and amuse yourself elsewhere," Galahad grumbled. Glanced across the compound into penetrating eyes. Gawain patted him on the back before standing. Galahad watched as he exchanged a few words with Tristan, who smiled slightly. And continued to stare.
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