Gibney tensed instinctively as he was pulled closer to the tallers body. His instincts, formed and fused in the heat of Revolve, reminded him to keep people away, to keep a protective distance from anyone who would come near him. but at finding himself against that thin body, something in him could not push away, could not object.
He closed his eyes and took in a very slow breath, his eyes closing very tightly. "...I do.." he promised lowly, quietly. "I'll fight fer you. Jus' like I did t'night. I promise," he assured lowly again, voice grave rough, the idea of someone standing beside him strange enough to leave him very emotional to it all.