Gabe hadn't needed much pulling in. Or any, actually. This was just about where he'd been aiming for, close enough to wrap an arm around William's skinny shoulder, close enough to smell the sulphur and smoke and something really acrid lifting off William's skin, to breath it in like it was pure, fresh air.
Just about where Gabe had been aiming for. But from here it was simplicity itself to just follow his momentum; to lift his hand to William's jaw, to tilt William's chin up just a little, to lean forward and kiss him.