Gaius lets his bare hand sink in, remembering what hair felt like. His skin was frequently numbed in places, his hands often. But for the moment he hoped to just look into this naive young man's face and let himself see some beauty for a time.

A rustling from Valdeaulin's tent tells him that the other elezen is now rousing for his seat at the fire.

"Come, then," Gaius murmurs, coaxing him toward him with one hand -- letting his other to reach for the tie of his tent -- the better to let the flaps shut just after Gaius makes eye contact with the other man, letting him know exactly how far away from the fire he should sit if he doesn't want to hear the pair of them fuck.