[Darryn sighed, closing his eyes. If he couldn't see Gabe though, he wanted to still feel him, holding his face, feeling the warmth of his skin.]

//I don't know.// [He admitted.] //I don't want to think of it. Even if I do think of it, I'm still here. I still can't make myself go.//

[Darryn pushed up, pressing his lips against Gabe's, whimpering quietly beneath his breath at the feeling that rolled through him at that touch.] //I need you. I'm selfish.//