[ There aren't many people that Gabe will let close enough to guide him, let alone out in the open where anyone could see. But it's still the aftermath and he's feeling scraped raw, the wounds ripped open to bleed anew. All that shit dredged up to the surface when it ought to be buried deep.
He doesn't shy away from Daryl, not even when they're inside. The closeness -
Helps, he thinks. Fuck. He didn't plan that. He didn't plan for any of this. Gabe exhales and prods at his eyes, wincing when he feels the heat rising against his fingers. Already swollen. That's fun. ]
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He doesn't shy away from Daryl, not even when they're inside. The closeness -
Helps, he thinks. Fuck. He didn't plan that. He didn't plan for any of this. Gabe exhales and prods at his eyes, wincing when he feels the heat rising against his fingers. Already swollen. That's fun. ]
Not much. Half a teaspoon. And two cups.
[ He taps at his eyes. ]
Need something to put these in.