There goes his stomach again. It's getting embarrassing how often that happens in front of Gabriel. But Dal just let out a puff of a laugh and shook his head at his own wretched body. But he's grateful for the timely interruption so they can have a natural change of topic.

He threw back the last sip of coffee and leaned back, inhaling deeply. A smile curled his lips as he exhaled. "Smells good."

And the toothbrush? That was great, too. Just because he was locked out of his room didn't mean he didn't have rent to pay. Which meant he'd be on the street as soon as the sun went down tonight. He didn't honestly think any of the johns cared about his breath, but Dal did. He may live on the street, but he does his best to take care of himself.