𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮

His head jolted up slightly, adding an in tune frown to go along with it. “Saints, yeah… that’s a brills idea actually.”

“Some people do.” A light shrug in retaliation. “There’s dangerous people out there always trying to gain information to get a leg up.” His boss for instance. Calder always tried to gain information in the slightest way he could. In fact, Gwy was ~

“Considering everything?” Hey went on, resting his cheek over Gwen’s shoulder carelessly. “There’s over a billion, trillion people on this planet that could claim that know us. How would we know the truth?”

“It… does?” Weirdly it does. In fact, it springs some sort of spark of familiarity. “Perhaps we met in passing.”

“What did he look like exactly?” The welsh man tried again. Eyes being brought back to the stunning woman in front of him. His heart gave an instinctive flutter.

Tyr. Gwythyr froze in his spot. His sapphire eyes reading upwards as if searching for an answer in the air above him. His brows scrunched just above the bridge of his nose, revealing a bewildered look. “And he said he was a friend of mine?”

A steam of relief hit his chest as his shoulders loosened. He wasn’t smiling although. “And you don’t remember his name?”

Slowly, Gwy’s head began to level downwards. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“Eyes were old.” He echoed her words in a careful manner. “So he was older?”

That didn’t help much. There were a load of “he’s” Gwy had been affiliated with. So he went on, “Mm, so do you remember what he looked like? Accent or anything?”

“A friend of mine?” That could be a good thing or it could be a drastically terrifying thing depending on the friend she was speaking about. He folded his arms across his chest carefully. “Yeah?”

I love you too. Aren’t you glad you found a chap like me, eh?

Hey, I’m all three on a good day.

Thank you, Gwen.

Sadly humming 'Happy Birthday' to himself while standing on the bridge. He still hasn't moved, and he doesn't plan to until it's time.