Gamzee blinks, then sits down next to the other boy abruptly. It's enough of an answer for him - he knows Tavros well enough to know what the gesture means, and the significance of it hits him square in the heart.

"I thought ... " His fingers curl around the Hufflepuff's hand, squeezing back, as he looks up into warm brown eyes, the ones that had featured in his dreams so many times. If Gamzee was the kind of guy to appreciate irony, he'd be shaking his head internally at the fact that when he finally, finally feels like he's gotten over Tavros, when he's made his peace with them always being just amazingly tight bros, then he discovers things can be different. But he's not - the Slytherin is often embarrassingly sincere, and all he's thinking is, This is real?

"I thought you weren't into that kind of thing. That it was just that snakey love all creeping up in your pan."