He can't breathe. Gabriel jerks his arm from the tender touch and to takes him a moment to realize it's Anthony's voice he can hear. He's in Anthony's bed.

"Oh God," he whispers at last, voice shaking and hoarse as he all but curls into himself, fingers pushed into his hair. "Oh God, it was real. God help me."

Gabriel struggles to remember how to come out of it, how to snap himself free and he can't think at all. God, he can't be doing this in front of Anthony, he can't.

"I'm sorry," he manages.