Felicity and Gil
"He doesn't dislike you," Gil retorted, perhaps too quickly. A moment of reflection made him realize that this was probably a lie. He sighed. "I mean, okay, he does dislike you, but you shouldn't take that personally. I know my brother. In other circumstances, you would have been evenly matched. You both do so enjoy judging other people."
Gil said, realizing that he had probably said too much. While he knew, in theory, that he was flawed, it was still never any fun to have to face up to that. He knew he was jealous of anyone who came too close to Galad, but he always tried to forget that.
He inhaled through his nose. "Perhaps a truce is in other."