“I wasn’t thinkin’ of any of that,” he admitted. “I just wanted you to find me… one way or the other. I wanted it to be you.” It had to be someone who cared and wouldn’t simply treat him (or his corpse) like high-risk street trash that no one would miss.

Well, Gabriel would’ve been the only one who missed him anyway.

Dal kept his head tilted down so Gabriel couldn’t see his face. He should be angry or sad or something. Maybe it would all come later but right now he just had that thousand yard stare and wanting nothing more than to be exactly where he was: safe with Gabriel, his anchor.