[Something told him it was a tad more serious than relationship issues, though Gant knew Pegasus as a shameless romanticist. He blinked for a moment out of slight befuddlement and shut the door quietly behind him before striding over in his socks and bracers.
The little fawn of a man looked absolutely distraught, and while Gant wasn't of a true sympathizer, he knew how to feel pity. Especially when it was for the rare allies that would come and go when he threw them away.
He slid onto the mattress, sliding a hand over Pegasus's frail backside, cupping his broad warm hand over his dainty shoulderblade.]
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The little fawn of a man looked absolutely distraught, and while Gant wasn't of a true sympathizer, he knew how to feel pity. Especially when it was for the rare allies that would come and go when he threw them away.
He slid onto the mattress, sliding a hand over Pegasus's frail backside, cupping his broad warm hand over his dainty shoulderblade.]
C'mon then, you can tell ol' Ganto-boy.