Oh, Mickey. Mickey, you’ve made a fatal and terrible error.

You’ve just promised Gabe attention.

It’s difficult to contain his excitement over that one - fighting back the boyish enthusiasm that threatens to overtake the hungry fixation. He’s never needed to school his expression for another’s benefit before. It for the sake of effect.

“Promise.” He doesn’t take the hand offered to him, but he doesn’t stop smiling either.

What perfect fun this will be.