This time he slept more restfully. With a full belly, warm blankets (that he's sure smelled vaguely like the agent who's putting him up -- who's asked nothing in return for it), and a feeling of security, it was much easier to get a good rest. When he woke a few hours later, he felt like his head was less fuzzy with the shock of losing a friend. Yes, it was sad, horrifying even... but Dal was still alive and had to work to keep himself that way.

Gabriel looked like he was busy, so Dal cleared his throat so the agent would realize he's awake again. A little wave and a smile. "I'm gonna be in the bathroom for a few minutes. You need it first?" He needed to fix his hair, brush his teeth, wipe off his face. There was little he could do about his face with his makeup locked up, but he thought he looked okay without it. Besides, it's not typically his face these guys are interested in. Oh, and he changed back into his clothes in there, too.

Once he was done, he grabbed his phone to check for any messages. There were a few, so he started texting back right away to make sure he had at least a few dates for the night. Most nights, he had a few pre-planned meet-ups, but most of the time it was whoever happened to drive by.

"I'm headin' out. Can I still get a ride back if I need?"