Re: Rorie/Garret/Mal
Garret was not far gone enough to do anything really dirty here. He liked Nox, respected him, and he would never dream of being so crude at something that meant so much to the couple. But he was wanted Mal, and he wanted him here, and it was obvious that he was melting for the guy. "I do love that color on you," he admitted seriously, voice soft. That blue made Mal's eyes pop, and ooh, baby, it was beautiful.
Shuddering at the sudden dark, growling tone, Garret nodded slowly, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of Mal's lips. "He's getting a drink," he said matter-of-factly. "And then he'll be over. And then you can ask him yourself, and then... hopefully, we can go?" The hand still on Mal's waist moved to catch the houdn's own, fingers being laced as Garret rested his head on the man's shoulder, another small kiss pressed to him, this time on the side of his neck.