Like before, he goes easy. Maybe too easy. There's a vague part of Gabe that worries he's doing something wrong, crossed one of those lines he should have defined a long time ago and won't ever be able to take back. But it's hard to think clearly, to focus. The world's gone strange, heavy all around him.

Breathe. Focus.

It feels good, is the thing. Different, a little uneasy, but -

Hah.

Gabe shivers, his breath hitching. He runs his hand along Henry's arm, feeling out the lines of him.

"How do you want me?" he asks very softly.