It's slower than he's used to. For a moment, Gabe thinks of Nacho and stiffens, uneasy. He ought to leave. Back away. Get out of this before it spirals even more than it already has. The only thing he's going to do is tie himself into knots. Twist himself up.

But it feels good, too. Like sanity and relief and the eye of the goddamn storm. And he goes where Henry guides him, lets it happen. He shivers at the touch, one hand going to the back of Henry's head. But he doesn't dig his nails in.

Not this time. This time he just shivers, and makes a small sound.

It doesn't hurt. He wasn't ready for that.