"Okay!" And Gabe does get off of the other, springing back up and stacking Niles' empty glass on top of his older ones near Amanda.
The bottle of port was nearly done.
He mock bows, a flourish. "Lead the way. You're paying, remember? Maybe it'll give me something to do while you shittily flirt with Amanda." He means it in jest, though, and he's surprisingly bright and bubbly and vibrant. Energetic, even. Excited.
The spark was there, now he was allowed to watch it burn.
"Race ya there, punk!" That wasn't a jest, as he literally bounds out the door with just enough time before to slip on his shoes. Gabe, it seems, has left Niles in the dust.
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The bottle of port was nearly done.
He mock bows, a flourish. "Lead the way. You're paying, remember? Maybe it'll give me something to do while you shittily flirt with Amanda." He means it in jest, though, and he's surprisingly bright and bubbly and vibrant. Energetic, even. Excited.
The spark was there, now he was allowed to watch it burn.
"Race ya there, punk!" That wasn't a jest, as he literally bounds out the door with just enough time before to slip on his shoes. Gabe, it seems, has left Niles in the dust.