Gabe's voice cuts through that indecision like he'd been reading his mind, that slight stammer so unlike him that it excites every nerve. He makes another rough, shuddering sound, nudging his face against Gabe's like an uncharacteristic sort of cuddling that even with a more fond partner would seem out of place.

Probably says a lot more about Henry, more than anything.

"Y-Yeah, I'm-- I'm good, fuck-" Blurted out quickly, voice tight, he vaguely wonders how long he can go. Well, for Gabe, he'd try to keep him for as long as his body would allow it.