Simon came back from the kitchen holding two sodas only to find... no Wild Child. "Um... hello? Kyle?" he called out, walking over to the couch. That's when he heard the street noises. They were a little louder than usual, which meant... ah. The balcony door was open. And there was Gibs, precariously balanced on the rail with his feline grace. Oh, dear.
Had it been anyone else, Simon might have worried, but he had actually noticed that Gibs liked to... perch on things. Be it conference tables, chairs, or whatever was handy. He smirked fondly as he walked over, leaving the movie playing in the background. "Tired of the movie?" he said, padding outside, sodas still in hand. "I didn't know if you were thirsty yet," he said, like a peace offering, and held out one of the sodas for Gibs.