𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇 ;

[dadyl]

𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃. / 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴. / 𝚅𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙾. / 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.

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[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. ]