Closing his eyes, Dal sucked in a long breath. Then another. It helped to slow his thoughts and his racing pulse. Slowly, those thin fingers uncurled from Gabriel's shirt and his body started to grow more relaxed with each breath Dal took. He focused on Gabriel's voice, on the steadiness of his breath, and the strength of his body. And, oh, those fingers in his hair were so pleasantly soothing.

"I hafta get over this," he murmured as much to himself as to Gabriel. "I hafta work."