[ This is decidedly one of the stranger moments in Gabe's life. He's not certain that he likes it, how the rules seem to shift on him, how the expectations have fallen away and left something new and strange in their wake. But it also feels honest in a way he hadn't realized he'd missed. Daryl doesn't seem like he lies often, or - Gabe imagines - very well, and this feels too bold, too open, to be a trick. And there's a relief in that, to just accept things as they are.
Gabe tips his head back, baring his throat, and shivers at the touch. It feels good, that hint of teeth without the added sting of blood. ]
Yeah?
[ His voice is soft. He puts a hand on Daryl's arm to anchor himself, squeezing faintly. ]
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Gabe tips his head back, baring his throat, and shivers at the touch. It feels good, that hint of teeth without the added sting of blood. ]
Yeah?
[ His voice is soft. He puts a hand on Daryl's arm to anchor himself, squeezing faintly. ]
It's nice. Feels good.