Ah, that made his chest feel tight and warm at the same time. Barely anyone's bothered to try getting to know him in the last eight years. Admittedly, he hasn't made much of an effort, either. Johns were... well, johns. Trying to get to know them on some personal level wasn't an option. Memorizing a little about their tastes? That was fine. The others on his block? Well, they'd talk, but all of them were reticent to get too close to someone who could be seen as a competitor.

Dal leaned on the arm of the couch, curiosity filling his eyes as he gazed at Gabriel. If he had to guess, he'd say Gabriel was a reader, definitely family-oriented. He could imagine him in house with a nice little lawn and a fence. Maybe even in a garden with his mom. Gabriel could probably cook, too.

All these ideas floated through Dal's mind, bringing a fond smile to his lips.

"Whaddya do when you're not workin'?"