[ The little den doesn't smell like just his own anymore, but Daryl is trying not to think about that. Hoping the obvious scent of it will change with time and when whatever this is that's happening to him eases off.
Hm. So he was the moral choice, then. A chore.
Daryl just nods, keeping his eyes low as he tugs his shirt (ragged, one sleeve longer and one sleeve cut off short) back over his head. Even though he knows Gabe sees the world differently, he's still too shy, already, to meet his eyes. If he could still blush, he might have been doing so. Sex has never ended quite like this for him and he isn't sure how he's supposed to act.
no subject
Hm. So he was the moral choice, then. A chore.
Daryl just nods, keeping his eyes low as he tugs his shirt (ragged, one sleeve longer and one sleeve cut off short) back over his head. Even though he knows Gabe sees the world differently, he's still too shy, already, to meet his eyes. If he could still blush, he might have been doing so. Sex has never ended quite like this for him and he isn't sure how he's supposed to act.
The fading wolf in him just wants Gabe to stay. ]
See you around, then.