William's hands smoothed over Gabe's shirt, mapping out the planes of his chest, his shoulders, his biceps before his brain finally seemed to register reassurance that Gabe was in fact more or less in one piece and William could stop touching him. Could, but didn't have to.
He felt Gabe's grin just as he was starting to wonder how much of the blood stickily slicking his hands was Gabe's and whether he should be worried, and broke off the kiss - eventually, reluctantly, after just another few seconds - to search Gabe's face suspiciously. "What?" he asked, and then changed his mind and decided Gabe didn't get the first say.
"I'm furious with you," he informed Gabe, kissing him again because...well, just because. "Furious," he reiterated for emphasis as soon as his mouth was free again. "Where have you been?"