His body quaked in Gabriel's arms and his fingers curled with a white-knuckled grip into the man's shirt. The memory was too clear, too sharp... The smell of the soap that man used to wash him, the water he gasped into his mouth, the weight of his hands pressing Dal beneath the water. He gasped for breath as if he'd just been pulled out of that bathtub once again.

It took a moment for him to calm down enough for Gabriel's words to reach him. Though Dal kept shaking, his grip loosened and he blinked the wetness from his eyes.

"Sorry... I'm sorry..."