All of his belongings fit perfectly in the duffle bag Gabriel would find there. Four or five changes of clothes, no pajamas, no underwear, a plethora of socks ranging from brand new to terribly worn, no extra shoes. And, of course, his makeup, toiletries, and his sketchbook. There's nothing in the minifridge worth keeping, just a box with some leftovers in it that Dal's honestly forgotten about. There isn't much to gather at all.

Dal doesn't rouse when the car finally stops again. But when he's jostled to be picked up, he makes a soft sound that indicates he may be waking up. He's cognizant enough of what's happening to wrap his arms around Gabriel's shoulders. Notably, he doesn't smell the lingering scent of Chinese food, which prompts him to pry one eye open.

This... definitely isn't anywhere near his apartment. For a second, his heart starts to race and panic edges in around his mind. But, then he remembers he's with Gabriel. That means he's safe. Is this Gabriel's home?

"... where?"