Gale watched as you peeled the dry skin from your lips, studying you for a few seconds before you absentmindedly moved to peel the other side.

"Stop that... your lips are bleeding," Gale approached you and wiped a bit of the blood from your scar. He then licked his thumb, which now held your blood.

"Why did you hurt your lips? If they're dry, give them to me," Gale gently grabbed your hand, moving it away from your face to prevent you from repeating the same action. He then licked your lips.