The angry words spat back and forth to one another during their last encounter left Gaultier feeling much more inadequate than he would have admitted if asked; perhaps that was why he was now feeling so unlike himself, nervous. The apology had helped, some, and Gaultier had put the feeling behind him since -- tried to, at any rate -- yet still the sudden appearance of Cygnus left him a little curious as to what was acceptable now, and what was not. The gift, he hoped, would settle what ever differences might still lie between them.
"Cygnus," the greeting was whispered as his glass suddenly found the edge of his desk, Gaultier leaving it there as he stood with a smile. "It's alright, I figured you might. Was expecting it, even." There was a moment then where he fell silent and simply watched him, quietly, curiously before moving to stand at his side. "I wasn't aware of how eager you'd be for your gift, though. Tell me, have you figured out what it is yet?"
With his gaze still locked to Cygnus' own did he lift his hands, pushing Cygnus' coat from his shoulders as gently as he could -- this had been done so many times before, yet not as affectionately as Gaultier was now.
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