( more infuriating than that, McGillis doesn't even read Gaelio's next message, his smile merely widening as the phone vibrates against his thigh. because of course, so infuriating that he is, McGillis is leaning in his chair, legs crossed, hands folded, eyes closed, as comfortable as possible in their current environment. )
Gaelio... ( a pause, waiting for even the slightest acknowledgement. McGillis rolls his neck, head against his chair's restraint, eyes on Gaelio. his smile remains wide. ) How about dinner?
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Gaelio... ( a pause, waiting for even the slightest acknowledgement. McGillis rolls his neck, head against his chair's restraint, eyes on Gaelio. his smile remains wide. ) How about dinner?