"Sit down, you idiot!" Without thinking, he reached out to grab Gil, shoving him back towards the couch. He couldn't keep this up much longer. His self control, his willpower, it was all crumbling under the onslaught of Gil's very presence. He wanted to fling himself at Gil's feet and cling to the man. He wanted to cry. What had he done to deserve this kind of torture?
On second thought, that question would probably be better left unanswered.