Gerard continues to play with Julian's hair. It's short enough to not be able to do much with it, but Gerry still enjoys running his fingers through the thick inky black strands. He's jealous of the color, it's beautiful.

He lets out a pleased hum at the nip to his jaw, breath catching at the hint of teeth.

"I trust you," he says with a grin, "If it doesn't work out, oh well, but no point in being afraid to try?"