Well, he just couldn’t be happier. No, no he couldn’t be happier with anything else. Gael the good, Gael the fiance, Gael the (still in love with his brooding ex that wasn’t really his ex?) good wizard of the North.

He laid silently by his lonesome. He’d pictured your face all those years ago— no,no! Stop. You’re perfect with Fiona. Absolutely.. perfect. He sat straight up and looked at his lap, his hands laying limp on it. “I’m a lost cause.”

He shook his head and arose from his bed, stretching his arms out. He couldn’t help but wonder what you were doing right now— turning more monkeys into birds? He laughed to himself, before remembering just how grim that entire day was.

You could be dead, he thought, maybe. Good conquers evil after all… However, he does appreciate your braverism for standing up to The Wizard. He furrowed his brows as he stepped into the bathroom, looking into his own reflection he grimaced at the man he’d become. Nevermind that, he was perfect! Thank goodness, right? He shouldn’t have gone with you… that would be a terrible decision and you’d made your choice now. You were happy now, just like he was. You were both… so happy now, he convinced himself as he continued scrutinizing his facial features. Again, his mind wandered to the possibility of if he had gone with you, What an idiotic thought. He’d have a terrible life if he did! You and him both know no one mourns the ‘Wicked’