Dal was sure Gabriel would be handsome even if he let it go for a little while. Well, he would find Gabriel handsome regardless. Full bushy beard, well-groomed beard, no beard at all. Gabriel would be handsome to him no matter what. Maybe because his looks weren’t the main thing about Gabriel that Dal was attracted to.

When Gabriel’s fingers combed carefully through Dal’s hair, his eyes fell closed and he let out a quiet, contented sigh. He felt so spoiled, but in a good way. In the way that said Gabriel cared for him and wanted to take care of him. It was so pleasant he could barely remember why he ended up in Gabriel’s house in the first place, if only for a moment.

His lips bowed into a curious pout and one eye cracked open to look at him. “Ya mean the ones that look like weird knives?”