what could they possible tell about gilbert du motier, that could ruin his life? his mind couldn’t think of a single thing. was it because john overlooked every flaw the frenchman may have? that seemed the most plausible. but he didn’t allow himself to think of it like that. he loved him, was all. “i am… glad you came back then, gil… i don’t want you feeling so helpless…” his eyes still trailed on his own hands, not looking at the problem, was the best to solution at least… in this instance it was. “you gunna go see alex and herc, too?”