"Mm, same. I think we must've both gotten into some of that love potion that Yorick reported on. I suspect it's from the tavern, since it's so widespread. But any excuse to be with you is a good one." Gerry presses a kiss to Cecil's head softly, running his back. There's a softness to him that Gerry lacks, being all long lines and sharp angles. Part of him envies it, but ultimately he likes the difference. "We've both been too busy lately. What've you been up to, anyway?"