[ Gabe breathes out slow, coming back to himself. Taking stock of his body, the press of Daryl's hand against his hip. It's nice, he thinks. The ache in the aftermath. How it's settled him. He can feel the bite marks throbbing against his skin and that's nice, too. A little reminder for later. Something he'll carry. Keep for himself. ]
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[ Gabe breathes out slow, coming back to himself. Taking stock of his body, the press of Daryl's hand against his hip. It's nice, he thinks. The ache in the aftermath. How it's settled him. He can feel the bite marks throbbing against his skin and that's nice, too. A little reminder for later. Something he'll carry. Keep for himself. ]
Everybody's got their thing. C'mon, try me.