I really don't want to be living with you[END]

((ooc: no worries CD! I think I'd implied he'd said some things aloud, so it's most likely mine as well!))

Gabe followed Michael around the room, nodding along as he talked. The man's voice was a bit scratchy and hoarse from not having been used for so long. "Thank you, that's generous," Gabe told Michael, and it was , he hadn't needed to give Gabe a whole half of the room. That said the room wasn't all that big, but that wasn't any fault of Michael's.

"Don't worry I respect that," Gabe assured Michael. He didn't have any desire to touch any of Michael's things really, apart from mild curiosity. Michael was a very mysterious character to him. "They're not my things, so I won't touch them."

Gabe frowned a little, though he supposed Michael was right. "Yeah, that's probably for the best." He nodded, "once you don't make too much noise at night, then that'd be fine." Though he couldn't help but be curious as to what sort of "work" Michael did.

Gabe nodded although he didn't really agree. It wouldn't be in his nature to share so much space of his room with anybody. Then again, perhaps Michael was far more generous than Gabriel could ever be. He shrugged.

Gabe wasn't really sure where to place himself, seen as William was currently curled up asleep on the bed that was supposed to be his. And god knows he didn't want to wake him, the boy was fairly grumpy if he awoken by someone else's accord rather than his own.

"It's only polite," Gabe returned. He wasn't going to take Michael's things, it was just common courtesy. "Oh," Gabe laughed a little, "you're right, unless it causes you so much frustration you end up throwing books around the room." Gabe wore a guilty smile, that suggested he did exactly that.

"You must find it much easier than I do then," Gabe laughed. Then again Michael seemed to be the intelligent type, and besides he actually listened in lectures, which Gabe had a hard time doing.

Gabe looked around, he spotted a chair placed beside the desk.
"Is it alright with ya if I sit on that chair?" Michael was very particular about his desk and Gabe didn't want to start an unintentional argument with him.

Gabe hadn't really wanted to sit on Michael's bed anyway. It seemed like too much of an invasion of personal space. Beds were very personal, Gabe believed.

"I mean, I don't always get so frustrated that I throw my books across the room." Gabe responded, blushing a little. Michael might think he was rather stupid if that were the case. Homework wasn't always hard, he just didn't have the willpower to figure it out most of the time. "Just on occasions," he laughed a little.

Gabe glanced over at William and went to press a kiss to his cheek on his way to the chair. He planted his butt down on the seat. The chair gave a little creaking sound, "that was not what you're thinking it was." He clarified, though Michael wasn't really so immature as to think it was a fart. In fact, Gabe was probably the only one in the room who would have thought that. Even if Bill had been awake.

"I, yes, I know you did but," Gabe shook his head, letting his sentence trail off.

"A little, I suppose." Gabe nodded, that was the word he had been looking for when trying to explain how he was feeling. It was a foreign feeling, he was usually comfortable in all social situations. He scratched behind his ear. That made him think of William, Bill always go itchy and asked him to scratch the itch. Gabe rose off the chair again, he didn't really feel like sitting on it, he'd rather sit at the end of the bed with William, at least there he could pet the poor boy.

Gabe shrugged,
"Not really," he smiled. "Just thought I'd point it out regardless." He nodded, "yeah probably."