Slowly, Paul released his grip, sending a pins and needles feeling down Gabriel's arms, and then he kissed him again.  This one was different, soft and sweet and unexpected, but Gabriel was happy to take anything Paul offered.  And when Paul spoke...  Gabriel felt his heart sing in his chest.<br/><br/>Paul would do this for him... It was more than Gabriel could have asked for, more than he could hope, and he wanted desperately to cup Paul's face in his hands, to hold the man in his palms and kiss and kiss and kiss...  But he kept his hands to himself, and only smiled.  It was tired, fragile, but it was real.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Sir."  Thank you for so much more than he can name.  Gabriel's voice was smooth now, no longer wavering in tone or with that edge it had; he sounded fluid, lyrical again, Paul's melodic little angel.<br/><br/>"Are we staying here for the night...?"  Gabriel knew Paul would understand what he meant, the whole town was a scab on the world and even as exhausted as he was, Gabriel would rather sleep in the dirt than in a bed in Green River.