Ah. Gabe tips his head back, resting his hands on either side of Henry's chest so he can feel it as the ribs rise and fall. It feels good to touch another person, to chase that warmth. To take some of it for his own, or maybe just share in it. Let it build, let it -

Spread.

Gabe shivers a little. He feels cold, suddenly. Wants to be held, to touch someone. There's an ache where the demon fucked him earlier and it's not enough. More than anything, he feels empty and he wants to be filled, to stay in the moment instead of retreating inside of himself.

Okay.

He tips his head back, then nods. Taps his fingers against Henry's ribs in some half-remembered rhythm, a song his brother used to hum. "How do you want it?" he asks, in that same soft tone.