Oh, if he doesn't stop talking like that, Dal might start crying. It's not like he hasn't already cried in front of Gabriel. But still! He'd rather not be ugly in front of someone he likes! Who could blame him?

Dal held on longer than absolutely necessary before he finally pulled back. He wasn't crying (yet) but his eyes were wet. "I know you're gonna get 'im." He knew it because Gabriel cared too much to just let it go. He cared about the people being hurt, the people who could be hurt. It wasn't just a matter of closing a case and notching his belt.

He swallowed hard, cleared his throat, then tried to affect a more casual expression. "D'ya wanna reheat the burritos?"