“Hmm.” Anthony smirks in a way that manages to indicate that he thinks Gabriel has missed something rather different, and he pulls Gabriel into a firmer kiss, his hand sliding under his shirt and onto the warm skin of his back.

“I don’t, either,” he says, something a little softer appearing in his eyes now. He has made dear friends here, yes, but there are many things that Gabriel seems to understand better than most of them—quite unexpectedly.