[Gilgamesh laughs under his breath at Setsuna's apparent reticence, and rises from the pool first to meet him. He uses Setsuna's arms as an anchor, and soon pulls himself atop the other man, playfully pinning him underneath. Despite the vulnerable position, however, Gilgamesh clearly means no harm; his eyes are warm and welcoming, like candlelight, rather than sharp and venomous like a snake's poison. He leans down to fondly bump foreheads, presses a kiss there not moments after. They wind up in a close heap, together, arms wound around each other.]
You always seem to know just how to brighten my day. It seems almost unfair that I cannot do the same for you.
[Or at least it always feels that way. All his efforts always pale in comparison to Setsuna's effortless kindness. Gilgamesh just didn't have the heart for that natural sort of sympathy. He could show affection, but he could not love as Setsuna did. He could not understand humanity as Setsuna sought to do, even if it was his ultimate purpose.
Perhaps he's a little jealous of it all. This man, who wasn't even a man, who could reach people as even he failed to do.]
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You always seem to know just how to brighten my day. It seems almost unfair that I cannot do the same for you.
[Or at least it always feels that way. All his efforts always pale in comparison to Setsuna's effortless kindness. Gilgamesh just didn't have the heart for that natural sort of sympathy. He could show affection, but he could not love as Setsuna did. He could not understand humanity as Setsuna sought to do, even if it was his ultimate purpose.
Perhaps he's a little jealous of it all. This man, who wasn't even a man, who could reach people as even he failed to do.]