But you have people now. Here. Everyone in this place loves you.

[ His line of reasoning wasn't a conscious feint, but he can see that it's probably not going to be productive. Even so, it's Adrasteius, so he has to get his words in edgewise, even if he is on the brink of expiring. He's himself to the end.

Groaning, he lists forward, forehead pressed to Gil's chest. ]

Including me, even though you're such a jackass, who does not tell me everything. You thought I'd faint and scream when I came across you in that train car, didn't you?

[ He thumps his fist against Gil's collarbone again. Weakly, gently. ]

And you always talk [ thump ] out of both sides [ thump ] of your goddamn mouth! Even when it's in my language, I never know how genuine you are, because you've always got this smirk on your face! This [ thump ] tone. I can never tell if I actually mean something, or if I'm just a diversion for you, or a toy, or --

[ He seizes Gil by the shoulders; grips him with surprising strength. Adra stares up into Gilgamesh's blood red eyes, his own blazing green. Is he even making sense right now? Does he even care? The answer to the second question is definitely, one hundred percent 'no'. ]

You're so--frustrating! And--handsome--and--just--leave me alone!

[ His ears flick back. His thoughts are chaos in this state; disordered and unfiltered. Maybe his body will do him a favor and just die soon. ]