Paul felt that this should be far more complicated than it is, them being together. Paul was too exacting in his relationships or too distant, his partners always wanted more. They always wanted to talk, to fill the spaces between them with useless noise, vapid expectations and glib consensions to appease delicate egos. Paul already had too much of that in his work life. He expected differently in his private life.<br/><br/>He was easily annoyed and easily disappointed but he had yet to feel that way about Gabriel. The boy was so unobtrusive and malleable that he couldnt get angry, there wasnt a single infraction that Paul could find. Gabriel met every expectation perfectly, obeyed every command to the letter. He was faultless.<br/><br/>Gabriel came awake slowly, arching, as always, into Paul's touch. In this light, the green of his eyes seemed ethereal, framed by the snow white of his flyaway hair. His smile... Paul couldnt help but marvel. There was an angel in his bed.<br/><br/>"Good morning, my angel," Paul murmured just as quietly, his voice rough and rasping from sleep.<br/><br/>His hand retraced it's path, traveling back up to cup the nape of Gabriel's neck, his grip intimate and firm.<br/><br/>"Tell me, what would you do if you had me for the entire day?" He asked, "and give me a real answer. Do not say whatever<i>I</i>wished. Tell me what<i>you</i>want."