They were leaving... Good.  They could put this place behind them, if only for a night; there would be so much else to deal with, but at least that was a problem for tomorrow.  Tonight, they could rest...  Though Gabriel doubted his mind would allow for much resting.  Everything was getting stirred up, dark parts pushed in the shadows coming forth, sparking up unpleasant thoughts and vicious memories: hard to imagine, even harder to name.  He felt the scars on his arms start to itch again, but the young man was able to keep from scratching, though the urge remained on the drive to the hotel.<br/><br/>Gabriel watched Green River disappear in the passenger side mirror, until the scenery changed and they were in a new city: new, but not unknown.  Gabriel had spent some time there when he was young, back when he had his habit and was living on the street.  He'd sold himself recklessly for whatever he could get, didn't care about the consequences, had no fears about the future... He hadn't imagined having one.<br/><br/>He was quiet on the drive, quiet in the hotel-- a place that was very much the opposite of anything in Green River, was probably the only hotel in a hundred miles that would meet Paul's tastes-- and he was quiet once in their room, more tired than he'd first thought.  Gabriel listened to the water run in the tub as Paul prepared a bath, vaguely wondering if it was for himself or his angel or both.  The smell of the house hadn't really affected Gabriel, already expecting something much like it, but for Paul it would have been something shocking, something detestable... which it was.  But not if you were used to it.<br/><br/>He leaned against a wall in the atrium of their suite, lost in his head and trying to ignore the way his shirt rubbed at the insides of his arms, the rasp of the fabric over the scars... They were old, they didn't hurt, but they could still speak to him, could call out and plead for just another shot, just a bit more, just one last time...  Gabriel shivered, cold trailing down his spine, and rubbed absently at his eyes, hard enough to create little sparks in the darkness and try to recenter himself.