Neither of them were really ready for more. They were still too shaky, still working at finding their way back onto solid ground. But it was perfect, curled up in Sam's arms, exchanging small shows of affection and care. And in between, Gabriel talked. About what he wanted to do when he got out, where he wanted to go, what he wanted to see and all of it was with Sam.

Simple, stupid things like going to a coffee shop and watching people with the biggest cappuccino he could wrap his hands around. Read a book with Sam's head in his lap. Maybe get a dog.