"I have many to tell. I'm sure knowing they bring you joy will prevent any nerves from getting in the way," Gilmore replied. He had so many. Some of which J'mon no doubt knew, and certainly the endings to others, but Gilmore was a resourceful man.
He watched with heat rising in his cheeks as the hand beneath his turned. He was a sentimental man, a man who enjoyed physical contact. A passionate man. It felt like an age since he'd felt a touch so delicate.
Vax had been the last. Gilmore smiled, if only because any other reaction would be overwhelming.
"I pride myself in accepting tall orders," he said in Marquesian, wondering why he hadn't spoken in such a way before. "And in fulfilling them spectacularly." He brought J'mon's hand to his lips again, resting them against their knuckles as he spoke. "I have some things I need to work through, but you've helped more than you can know. Once I've done that I'll be much better company." It had been a long time he'd spoken his native tongue to anyone but himself, and it felt as good as everything else around J'mon did. "My apologies," he finished with a wink, kissing J'mon's hand properly.
He would make the wait worth it, of course. He would make sure J'mon wanted for nothing if it was within his power to provide. But he absolutely wouldn't go into anything knowing he wouldn't be at his best. The transition to this new place was a lot to take in, and he needed to grieve for the fact that he may never see people he loved again. There was always a chance.