“You did?” Dal peered up him, wide-eyed before the surprise melted into fondness. “So thoughtful,” he mused, a smile finally coming to his face. There really wasn’t much in the apartment: a couple of outfits, some socks, his many, many toiletries and collection of makeup, and the sketchbook.
Dal reached up to try to smooth his hair out. No doubt it was sticking out in all directions. And because Gabriel washed it for him last night, the natural waves in it were clear. The same hand moved to lay fingers against his own face.
“Can fix up before meetin’ her?” He wants to do his hair and put on some makeup. After whatever happened… he’s not sure he’s presentable. He’ll definitely want to make sure he’s wearing something that covers any bruises he hasn’t seen yet.
Without waiting for Gabriel’s answer, Dal wiggled out of his hold so they could go downstairs (which was where he presumed breakfast was – oh! He remembered that there were stairs! Maybe more would come back to him). Once he was on his feet, Dal reached out with both hands for Gabriel’s. “C’mon. I’m hungry!”
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Dal reached up to try to smooth his hair out. No doubt it was sticking out in all directions. And because Gabriel washed it for him last night, the natural waves in it were clear. The same hand moved to lay fingers against his own face.
“Can fix up before meetin’ her?” He wants to do his hair and put on some makeup. After whatever happened… he’s not sure he’s presentable. He’ll definitely want to make sure he’s wearing something that covers any bruises he hasn’t seen yet.
Without waiting for Gabriel’s answer, Dal wiggled out of his hold so they could go downstairs (which was where he presumed breakfast was – oh! He remembered that there were stairs! Maybe more would come back to him). Once he was on his feet, Dal reached out with both hands for Gabriel’s. “C’mon. I’m hungry!”