A bath? Hadn’t he dreamt that? Dal didn’t do baths for two reasons: 1) his apartment didn’t have a bathtub and 2) some psycho tried to drown him in one very recently. Since that incident, though, Dal didn’t have many pleasant dreams about water. So it had to be real. His recollection was so vague, simply the sensation of water trickling down his neck, of fingers massaging his scalp… of lips against his.

That part he might be conflating with something else. He wasn’t really certain.

“You were in it, too.” It almost sounded like a question. All Dal wanted was confirmation. Though he was a little disappointed he only had snippets of impressions of recollections of their first time bathing together. That wasn’t Gabriel’s fault.