Reaching out, he took the coffee in both hands with a nod of thanks. And maybe, just maybe, their fingers touched in the process. Was that intentional? Maybe. No, it absolutely was. Dal's a little tactile -- probably not that surprising given his line of work. But it's rare for him to be able to touch others on his terms. He smiled and then closed his eyes to breathe in the scent of coffee. It was a scent he enjoyed because it always made him think of warmth.

When he finally opened his eyes, they were more cleared of sleep and very warm as they fell on Gabriel. "How did you end up in the FBI?"