His home. He liked that. Dal already felt very comfortable here. Gabriel was so welcoming and his home was so full of warmth. It felt like someone actually lived here, belonged here. Not like his apartment that was just a place to lock his things and sleep in. There was nothing there that indicated Dal lived there. No photos, no art on the walls, nothing but a duffel bag in the closet and a hoard of toiletries in the bathroom that could’ve belonged to anyone.

“I only need what I got.” His scant few belongings and this man standing here with him. Dal reached out for his hand to hold onto while Gabriel showed him where his bag was. “How long have ya lived here?”