[ Good, he thinks, biting off another groan. Good. It's not frenzied, but there's weight to how Daryl touches him. Intent behind it. And enough pressure that there's no ignoring any of it. There'll be marks in the aftermath. Something he can keep and call his own.
Jackie used to call this proof of life. Something reserved for the aftermath. And Jackie was probably insane, but Gabe thinks it fits. There's something about how Daryl focuses on his scars that feels good, and right. Normally Gabe doesn't like lingering over them. What's the point? He took them, carried them, doesn't care to remember what surviving them entailed.
Here, there's weight to it. Care he wasn't expecting and isn't entirely certain how to take. But it feels good, in the end, and he figures that's enough to work with.
He tips his head back so Daryl can mark up his throat and hums, low and pleased. And then he puts his hand on Daryl's wrist, urging him on. And lower. ]
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Jackie used to call this proof of life. Something reserved for the aftermath. And Jackie was probably insane, but Gabe thinks it fits. There's something about how Daryl focuses on his scars that feels good, and right. Normally Gabe doesn't like lingering over them. What's the point? He took them, carried them, doesn't care to remember what surviving them entailed.
Here, there's weight to it. Care he wasn't expecting and isn't entirely certain how to take. But it feels good, in the end, and he figures that's enough to work with.
He tips his head back so Daryl can mark up his throat and hums, low and pleased. And then he puts his hand on Daryl's wrist, urging him on. And lower. ]
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