[ Daryl remembers the little dragon and he nods, hoping that yeah, maybe that does matter. Even if he has to imagine that something born here might have its own sort of resistance to Hell that Dog can't match. ]
I didn't even think it would work, when I told 'em what I wanted. But I missed him.
[ He lets Gabe lean against him and sighs, enjoying it for a few seconds before he rubs his hand over Gabe's back, pausing to squeeze the base of his neck. Daryl is fast remembering the gentle, unthreatening ways that Gabe asks to be touched without demanding anything from him. He'd almost forgotten how nice it is that he always gets to choose with him.
Dog puts his head down on his paws and Daryl presses his lips to Gabe's shoulder, then he moves back on the bed to lie down properly. ]
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I didn't even think it would work, when I told 'em what I wanted. But I missed him.
[ He lets Gabe lean against him and sighs, enjoying it for a few seconds before he rubs his hand over Gabe's back, pausing to squeeze the base of his neck. Daryl is fast remembering the gentle, unthreatening ways that Gabe asks to be touched without demanding anything from him. He'd almost forgotten how nice it is that he always gets to choose with him.
Dog puts his head down on his paws and Daryl presses his lips to Gabe's shoulder, then he moves back on the bed to lie down properly. ]
C'mere.