Gary, who is really not helpful in these kinds of situations, is doing his best to turn invisible and be noticed by no one. His whole body is tensed, and his head hurts, he hates this, he always (let's be honest) both loved and resented Gawain, Gawain who was perfect and most beloved by Mordred--
(This isn't right, this is to odds with everything he remembers: maybe it's gratifying, in the pit of his stomach, to see them fighting, but at the same time it's so wrong, it shouldn't be what's happening--)
Gary takes a deep, shaking breath.
"Hey, uh--maybe we should--" He lets his bag down and slips his hand into his pocket, reaching desperately for Morgause's cigarette lighter, letting his few fingers clasp around it. "We should hear them out," softly, a little more steadily, in that old language that isn't English.