Gabe tips his head back, letting Henry touch him. It's light. It's nothing, on balance. It doesn't even draw blood. But his breath still catches. An unforgivable sin.

It doesn't hurt. And it feels -

Like a balm.

Gabe reaches out, catching Henry's wrist. He doesn't dig his nails in, though. He doesn't draw blood, either. "Why would you care what I want?"