[ Daryl shivers when he's touched like that, always so unprepared to be handled with care. He's locked into Gabe and he nods because it does help. He wants to believe he's been forgiven for it, that whatever had woken up in Daryl back then has been deleted and forgotten. That whatever they have in their real lives can outweigh all that.
And sometimes body language is easier for Daryl than words. He slides his hand over Gabe's throat, now offered and unprotected, and closes his fingers around it. Only for a moment, only gently, and then Daryl bends to kiss him there. Once, twice on his pulse. Then full on the mouth, once, desperately focused. ]
That other thing I told you.
[ That admission he's been thinking about on and off since waking up in his own head again. Daryl makes himself say it into the space between their lips. He doesn't want to leave that memory buried. It doesn't deserve to be. ]
I don't-- I ain't takin' anythin' back, I mean. Yeah? It wasn't all... meaningless.
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And sometimes body language is easier for Daryl than words. He slides his hand over Gabe's throat, now offered and unprotected, and closes his fingers around it. Only for a moment, only gently, and then Daryl bends to kiss him there. Once, twice on his pulse. Then full on the mouth, once, desperately focused. ]
That other thing I told you.
[ That admission he's been thinking about on and off since waking up in his own head again. Daryl makes himself say it into the space between their lips. He doesn't want to leave that memory buried. It doesn't deserve to be. ]
I don't-- I ain't takin' anythin' back, I mean. Yeah? It wasn't all... meaningless.