Gus had had a decent evening, when all was said and done (but was all said and done?). Apparently not, as Levity was seemingly attempting to kick Psylocke's ass. Part of him said 'good luck with that, little girl' and the other half wanted to spring into action and intervene. He didn't want either of them hurt - for multiple reasons. When Joe grasped his fingers, he felt the urge to yank his hand clear. He liked Joe. But throughout the night, the other man had been coming on fairly strong, and Gus wasn't accustomed to being dragged about or told what and what not to do. He sort of wandered through life, which was a marvelous thing to him.
Despite the knee-jerk reaction to break free, Pulse instead followed Recon's gaze to the other pair of 'gay' boys at the Prom. It looked like they were really enjoying each other. They hadn't noticed Edana's display yet, wait, no, now they had. Her 'unofficial baby-sitters' had been pretty wrapped up in themselves on the dance floor, it seemed. Gus sighed a little. Their embrace had left him feeling a bit ... envious. Hands, arms, faces, necks, lips - nothing too obvious or bawdy. His hand grasped tighter around Joe's subconsciously, and when Troy broke away from Will, Gus's hand fell. No, I was not just living vicariously through them, he told himself. "They're going over there," he announced, unnecessarily. "Me too." The group could at least wait on the sidelines and swoop in to console whoever needed it. Gus had an inkling he'd be consoling Eddie - whether someone else beat him to the chase or not.