At the nod, he holds his breath and pulls out without being too abrupt. He sighs through his nose and hovers for a moment, gazing down at Gabe with a low-lidded stare. Like he wants to push his luck.

God, he wants him to stay. Just until this feeling fades and they turn on each other again.

Thinking about it too much brings the exhaustion faster. There's no violent outbursts or immediate attempts to scramble out of the room, so he takes this as a... well, 'good' might not be the word, but a better sign. So before he can talk himself out of it, he rolls off to the side and keeps a hand resting on Gabe's arm. He watches him intently, and while his bizarre fever feels lesser by a great deal, his head still swims and his heart still pounds for altogether different reasons.