𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇 ;

[dadyl]

𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃. / 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴. / 𝚅𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙾. / 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.

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[ It's a light touch, but a careful one. Gabe breathes out slow, shivering a little, and lets Daryl do it. Lets him trace out the scars, count the marks, lets him ghost over all the shit that Gabe's survived over the years. Some of it stuck. Others faded. So it goes.

He presses closer to Daryl. Takes comfort from the warmth, the closeness.

He can. So he does. ]

Mhmm. Me, too. Even though I've never fucked anybody's mother. Seems unfair.

[ It comes out in a soft drawl. He's sleepy, content. And he feels safe enough to let his guard down. A rare thing. ]

[dadyl]

[ He feels that shiver, tries to absorb it with his own warmth and when Gabe presses closer, Daryl assumes that it must all be because he's cold. He reaches for the sheet again and throws it over the two of them.

And just like that, Daryl decides it's okay for them to sleep together again. There hadn't exactly been consequences after the last time it had happened. At least, not any that Daryl's aware of.

He's softened with sleepiness edging in, enough to tease back: ]

Someone's dad, prob'ly.

[ He likes Gabe's accent. It reminds him of home, where the kids he's responsible for are waiting. ]

[minuteofangle]

[ That's nice, Gabe thinks absently. He's like a lizard, he does best in the heat. In direct sunlight. He'll happily curl up in direct sunlight and bask like something truly cold-blooded, let the heat thrum through him. He gets cold too easily, especially when he's in space. Dealing with ships and their churning engines, the void out there just beyond the airlock doors. He hums a little and breathes out.

Settles. Daryl's warm and the sheets are nice and soft, and it -

Works. Strangely. ]

Probably. Doesn't quite have the same ring to it, though.

[dadyl]

[ Feeling Gabe fully settle against him, on some subconscious level, finally convinces Daryl's body to let go. To just stop. It's been days since he's slept and Gabe has thoroughly worn him out, so even though he knows Gabe has said something, he can't hold on to the words. They glance right off his mind as he slips under and Daryl just grunts softly in response. ]

Mm.

[ He'll be out for a few hours, not-quite-dead to the world. At least he doesn't snore.

He'd have died long ago if he did. ]