[ With anyone else, Gabe thinks he'd be lashing out. Kicking, fighting, making a fool of himself in the water. With Daryl he only tenses for a moment, then relaxes and lets Daryl tug his boots off. It's easier to move without them, a literal weight dropped off.
God, this is fucking weird. But he steadies himself, and floats, and settles by inches.
It's not bad, in the water. It feels almost weightless. He reaches out to trail his fingers across Daryl's chest, feeling out the shape of him again. Orienting himself. Some of the scars are familiar, the overall shape.
Other things are different. The texture of the scales. New scars. Some won't last. But they know each other still, even like this. He wonders, briefly, what they'd do if they couldn't sign to each other. Pantomime in the water, maybe. ]
Okay.
[ He kicks forward so he can bump their foreheads together, quiet affection to center himself as much as Daryl. ]
Just trying to figure out where we are. What we've got with this bullshit. Yeah?
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God, this is fucking weird. But he steadies himself, and floats, and settles by inches.
It's not bad, in the water. It feels almost weightless. He reaches out to trail his fingers across Daryl's chest, feeling out the shape of him again. Orienting himself. Some of the scars are familiar, the overall shape.
Other things are different. The texture of the scales. New scars. Some won't last. But they know each other still, even like this. He wonders, briefly, what they'd do if they couldn't sign to each other. Pantomime in the water, maybe. ]
Okay.
[ He kicks forward so he can bump their foreheads together, quiet affection to center himself as much as Daryl. ]
Just trying to figure out where we are. What we've got with this bullshit. Yeah?