They haven't really touched in public before, not quite like this, anyway. He thinks, briefly, of the alley the night they first fell into bed together. This is not an alley, and Gabriel turns his head slightly into the touch before it's gone.

Some part of him wants to dissolve into a puddle of relief. The desperate anxiety that's been twisting up inside him since he saw Anthony in the atrium is shivering apart. He doesn't think he's really shaking, at least. Gabriel sips his drink, lets himself actually enjoy the taste this time.

Gabriel finds himself staring at the bar top when he asks, "Do you have other plans tonight?"