[ It's a light touch, but a careful one. Gabe breathes out slow, shivering a little, and lets Daryl do it. Lets him trace out the scars, count the marks, lets him ghost over all the shit that Gabe's survived over the years. Some of it stuck. Others faded. So it goes.
He presses closer to Daryl. Takes comfort from the warmth, the closeness.
He can. So he does. ]
Mhmm. Me, too. Even though I've never fucked anybody's mother. Seems unfair.
[ It comes out in a soft drawl. He's sleepy, content. And he feels safe enough to let his guard down. A rare thing. ]
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He presses closer to Daryl. Takes comfort from the warmth, the closeness.
He can. So he does. ]
Mhmm. Me, too. Even though I've never fucked anybody's mother. Seems unfair.
[ It comes out in a soft drawl. He's sleepy, content. And he feels safe enough to let his guard down. A rare thing. ]