Gabe wrinkled his nose. That sounded nothing like him. He knew these things were bullshit; he wasn't sensitive. Fuck sensitivity. Sensitivity was for- well, it was for people who weren't him. Whatever. However, when Victor read the bit about marrying a cock and he laughed as Victor did, having a bit of trouble getting himself back together again. At the end of it all, he was only fourteen and the wording was just pretty perfect.
When he realised that he was laughing quite candidly and openly, he caught himself and cleared his throat, examining the food instead. "So, we eating or what?" he asked, trying to get back some semblance of the stoicism he'd been exhibiting since he arrived.