Gabriel’s pretty safe to do as he wanted in the mornings. Dal’s been a night owl for so many years, shifting to a new sleep pattern will be difficult for him. So, for now, he’s not likely to wake much before noon.
Seeing Gabriel dulled that spike of anxiety and Dal clutched his hands so tightly it hurt his fingers. He sucked in a slow breath and tried to remember. It was mostly foggy, everything blurred around the edges like a barely remembered dream that left him with impressions instead of details.
What he did remember was a rare out-call. It was a repeat customer, someone he’d seen often enough that Dal accepted the unusual request. He remembered dim lights and music and people laughing. People, plural. A party? Couldn’t have been. He doesn’t do parties. A deep crease settled between his brows and Dal shook his head.
“I don’t remember…”
A frown tugged his lips down when he spotted the bruises around his wrists. Well, that would explain at least a few of his mystery aches.
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Seeing Gabriel dulled that spike of anxiety and Dal clutched his hands so tightly it hurt his fingers. He sucked in a slow breath and tried to remember. It was mostly foggy, everything blurred around the edges like a barely remembered dream that left him with impressions instead of details.
What he did remember was a rare out-call. It was a repeat customer, someone he’d seen often enough that Dal accepted the unusual request. He remembered dim lights and music and people laughing. People, plural. A party? Couldn’t have been. He doesn’t do parties. A deep crease settled between his brows and Dal shook his head.
“I don’t remember…”
A frown tugged his lips down when he spotted the bruises around his wrists. Well, that would explain at least a few of his mystery aches.
“I thought… You don’t live in the city?”