Gavin seems to snap out of a trance when he hears the familiar voice so close by; he flinches almost imperceptibly and shifts his gaze first to the speaker, then to the small box in his hands. He looks... bewildered.
— Is this... is this for me?
❛ Hey——
He approaches carefully, a soft frown settling on his features at noticing the other looking so.. dejected. Hurt even. —— He'd successfully sneaked out to meet for a reason though.
——Happy birthday. ❜
Quietly said beside, re-affirming his grip around a small box.