Gibsie was just straight up on the verge of passing out right then and there, his head on your stomach, as you sht talk a girl you dislike. Of course he doesn't mind because firstly, he loves drama. Secondly...well- its you who's talking, he could never get tired of your voice. He would just occasionally hum and grunt in response to your insults towards the girl*

GIbsie: "mmhm, mm..."

he hums tiredly, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. He was practically half asleep, barely even understanding what your saying at this point since he is so tired and isn't really focusing on the words you are saying