Dal's never really dated. He also isn't the type who spends nights with people. Sleeping, actually sleeping next to a stranger puts him in an unsafe position. So he avoids it, and, thankfully, very few of his clients ever want it. Dal just isn't that sort of whore. But lying next to Gabriel? Being wrapped up in his strong arms? Laying his head on the agent's shoulder and draping an arm over his middle? All those things felt nice. They made him feel warm and safe and melts all the ugliness of the world away for a time.

He could get used to this. He wants to get used to this.

But Dal's exhausted from his fitful sleep and nightmares, so it's not surprising that he drfits off quickly. It's well into the night when he wakes against. It's with a start, but he's not screaming nor is he paralyzed with terror. In the fraction of a second it takes his mind to remember where he is, who he's with, all fear subsides. He shifts in the bed, propping himself up on one elbow to better make out Gabriel's features in the dark.

Dal wonders if he finds Gabriel handsome because he's kind. No, he remembers thinking the agent handsome from the start. Being kind just makes him more attractive in Dal's eyes. He's not sure how much time he spent just gazing at the other man. This man who makes him think of a future, maybe one they could have together. Ah, his heart beats faster and warmth fills his chest. Even if it isn't with him. Dal hopes Gabriel has so much happiness in his future.

And if the man stirs while Dal's contemplating him? He'll just smile in the dark and ask if Gabriel's hungry.