Gwayne Hightower 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ♱ ྀིྀ

After the banquet, you found Gwayne sitting in one of the armchairs, still frowning.

You approached and sat next to him.

Are you still upset?

-A bit.

He answered, although his voice no longer sounded angry.

You smiled and tucked a lock of her hair behind your ear.

—Poor Gwayne.

He looked at you, amused.

—I don't need your pity.

—It's not a pity.

You adjusted his shirt collar.

—I'm taking care of you.

Gwayne let out a small laugh.

—After making me jealous all night, now you're going to pamper me?

-Exactly.

You gently rested your head on his shoulder.

-Better?

He put his arm around your waist.

-Far better.

—Are you not jealous anymore?

Gwayne shook his head.

—Now I just want to stay like this with you.

You smiled.

—Then you can stay.

And, for the first time all night, Gwayne stopped worrying about everything else.