Ah, well that explained the relative lack of chalk drawings on Mikey's board recently. And he had just assumed Gerard was busy removing barricades or chatting with the centaurs again.
"He always liked healing," he said fondly, watching William steal some of the jelly with a smile that was only half for him. "If things had been different I think - well, nevermind." This was a happy party and that was a depressing topic to be on. He really wasn't doing very well.
"Do you think Pete's wearing anything under that skirt?" he mused, looking about. "He jumped on me. I was thinking about sending a gentle breeze his way." Not that he was resentful for being pounced on, it just seemed the natural next move. "If we hid beneath the table, he'd never know it was us."