Gael's genuine laugh actually masked his racing heartbeat. This—staying with Angela alone in a dimly lit room was not good for his heart. He should stay at least three feet away from her—no, make that five.
He experienced a rush of adrenaline earlier when the koala decided to jump on him. Her body pressing on him and the way she clung onto him like he was her lifeline made him question his life choices. Who told him to invite her to his suite?
But the one thing that baffled him was that even though he was surprised by her actions, he found all of it so natural. He reacted by instinct—that despite knowing how silly she was, he wanted to make sure she was okay. Heck—he would probably be willing to fight off ghosts for her like a fûcking ghostbuster.
Gael watched as she casually laid back down on the bed like she owned it and he was the guest. It made him feel hesitant to lay down. He couldn't possibly remain standing, could he? Sit. Sitting is good too. So he sat.
