"Draw me something after you get into school. Anything you want. That can be your thank you to me."

And he would treasure it too. To know that he helped get Dal somewhere he really wanted to be and not just fighting to survive on the streets. Those hands deserved to hold pencils and brushes. Not parts of strangers he had no feelings for at all. Gabriel got a notification on his phone.

"Ah the food is here. I'll be right back." Grabbing his key, he went to head down to the lobby to grab the pizza and the sodas.