Anthony doesn’t have the strength to laugh, but he smirks, his face pressed to Gabriel’s shoulder. “Impressive recitation, Mr. Harkin,” he murmurs, and though he manages to get the words out, a small tremble remains in his voice.

Taking another breath, Anthony carefully pulls away from Gabriel and shifts beside him. He lies on his back, one hand pillowed under his head.

“Well,” he murmurs, still startled by just how overwhelmed he feels.