[Before Gil can stress about potentially having to guard two people, Oz takes his hand, stopping his nervous rambling before he can start. He tries to dismiss the pull he feels, like something tugging at his soul. It’s probably just because Oz caught him off guard. Soulmates, people tied by the same red string aren’t rare, but there’s no way.
He must be tired. That’s all.]
O— Oz!
[It’s not very professional for a bodyguard to stumble after the person they’re meant to be guarding, yet here he is, too flustered to argue.]
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He must be tired. That’s all.]
O— Oz!
[It’s not very professional for a bodyguard to stumble after the person they’re meant to be guarding, yet here he is, too flustered to argue.]