“Um,” Watching from his spot on the couch, Gunner’s gaze shifted from the goofy looking freshman to where Brynn was dancing in the thick of the party, her skirt dangerously high and apparently calling his counterpart’s attention. He glanced towards Gunner at his sudden protest, giving him a thumbs-up - as if Gunner had encouraged him at all. Brows furrowing in confusion at how the other could’ve misinterpreted his tone, Gunner stood to make his way towards the brunette. His conversations with her since the night they hooked up had been slim to none, mostly avoiding her due to pure embarrassment on his end, but he was close now, purposely standing in between her and the freshman’s line of sight, “Sorry for getting, um. Serial killer level creepy close, I -,” glancing over his shoulder, he nodded with his head towards the person looking frustrated at the interruption, “I think he was. Enjoying himself too much. Pretend I’m not here or something. I have to do one good deed a day or I can’t sleep. God’ll smite me, probably.” @brvnns