Ah, that question got a reaction. It was subtle, but he seemed to grow duller and shrink without actually moving at all. His gaze dropped back to his coffee, eyes following the swirls of the liquid in the cup. Since Gabriel already told him some things about his past -- his mother and coming up on the streets -- it only seemed right to do the same.

Dal took another sip and let hs eyes fall closed.

"My parents prefer no son to a gay son."