[ Good. So it isn't unwelcome, what that snarled little tangle of leftover feeling has made Daryl admit to. Accept, even. He'd been so sure when he'd said it in his other life, not just to Gabe but to Carol, too. He misses that clarity, that confidence. He's never been able to put what he feels to words before Hellburbia. Ever.
And it's still nearly impossible now so he just kisses Gabe again instead, his other arm snaking around his back to hold him close, palm settling on his spine. His thumb runs over Gabe's pulse, strokes the length of his throat.
It all feels like more than just a kiss and it has him a little lightheaded. ]
It does. You do.
[ It's the first time they've been like this in months and Daryl wonders if that's why he can feel his heart hammering against his ribcage, desperately awake. ]
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And it's still nearly impossible now so he just kisses Gabe again instead, his other arm snaking around his back to hold him close, palm settling on his spine. His thumb runs over Gabe's pulse, strokes the length of his throat.
It all feels like more than just a kiss and it has him a little lightheaded. ]
It does. You do.
[ It's the first time they've been like this in months and Daryl wonders if that's why he can feel his heart hammering against his ribcage, desperately awake. ]