"I can't remember feelin' like this... ever." Even when he first landed in JFK. Even when he set foot in the first shelter he slept in. Even when he resigned himself to sex work to live. And every night since when he left the safety of his dingy little apartment to spend hours on the streets or in the company of strange men who only wanted to use his body. Dal couldn't remember being this afraid of anything.

"How do I fix it?" It hasn't even been a full day yet. Logically, he knew it would take time to get things back to normal. It wasn't the logical part of his mind that was asking.

"I gotta work, Gabriel," he insisted. It's one thing to lean on him for emotional support. He couldn't expect Gabriel to pay his way. "I gotta."