Listening to the rustles of the bedsheets and Gabe searching for his clothes is a weirdly nerve-wracking experience. He almost wishes he was asleep, but at the same time, he thinks he'd rather savor this moment as well. Odd as fuck as it is, he doesn't want to miss any details.

He shifts a little bit into a sitting position, watching. Thinking he should probably find clothes too or something. Do something other than stare almost longingly at the guy's back. It's only once Gabe's got most of his clothes back on that he finally says something again.

"Found everything?" Shifts again, like he wants to move closer.