Paul's hand had trailed up along Gabriel's thigh, teasing its way until the atmosphere had changed, until the whole situation was revealed.  Once spoken aloud, the man merely accepted it, squeezed lightly against Gabriel's flesh, and offered to set up transportation.  No fuss, no questions, nothing.<br/><br/>Tickets?  Gabriel glanced at Paul cautiously, eyes wide and perpetually edged with the subtle bruising of sleeplessness.  It would be better if he did this alone, he didn't want to drag Paul into this... But...  Gabe didn't know that he could handle this by himself.  He felt weak, incapable and too startled to function.  Paul might judge him, might judge his shitty family and his shitty town, but the boy wasn't sure he could manage on his own.<br/><br/>So he nodded slowly, just a soft movement of his head that made his pale bangs fall around his cheeks.  He absently pushed the sleep-crimped locks back, feeling somehow hot and cold all at the same time, and resisted a shiver that threatened to run through his body.<br/><br/>"You do not need to come with me, Sir...  It... It will not be pleasant."  His hand dropped to his lap, not quite resting over Paul's, but just beside.  He would not touch unless allowed, even if he felt so unreal, so distant that such a simple touch might ground him back into place.