"Not necessarily," Gerry points out. "You always look like you're in a good mood, but I can see through it when you're not. Or did you forget who you were talking to?" Your hypervigilant boyfriend who is covered in metaphysical eyes?

Gerry sort of shuffles the two of them into a more comfortable lounging position before reaching up to run his fingernails through Cecil's hair, bare of his usual nail polish but stained black around the edges by ink. "I'm not gonna give you a hard time about it. Just know you can be straightforward with me."