Dal paid close attention to the layout so he could make his way around without bothering Gabriel for directions every single time he wanted to move about. He also clutched at Gabriel’s hand with both of his own on the way to the kitchen. He felt some small spark of anxiety in being in an unfamiliar place, but he knew he’d be okay since it was Gabriel’s house and Gabriel was there.

Once in the kitchen, Dal sank down in a chair to watch Gabriel heat everything up. It smelled so good!

“Oh, coffee, please,” he answered quickly. “Got a headache.” Only a slight one, but he’s sure it’s from dehydration and the aftereffects of whatever he ingested last night. After just a few minutes, he cocked his head to one side. “Did ya help me clean up?” He smelled… fresh. Like soap. Not at all like sweat and sex.