Of all of the things that he had experienced since waking up here, the look on the other man's face was more than he was ever sure he'd get used to. Noah blinked several times, his brow furrowing a little as Gabriel's hand settled on his cheek, the touch soft and tentative, but still strangely familiar. He didn't understand it; this was the first time he'd been physically around the other man, but everything felt as if he'd experienced it before, many times. A wave of deja vu swept over him, and his eyes closed for several long seconds as images whose origins he couldn't even begin to understand flashed through his mind.
His eyelids fluttered uncontrollably as he saw things he shouldn't be seeing, things that he didn't understand. The life of a little boy that looked eerily the way he did in photos of himself as a child . . . How did Gabriel know about something like that? And why was he there, for all of these things, when Noah knew that he'd been alone with his mother for most of his life? Finally, when it was all over, he swallowed heavily and stumbled back as well, blinking several times as he fought for breath. Looking up at the older man with dazed eyes, he stared carefully, chest heaving as he regained his breath before speaking. "How do you- I- . . . I remember things . . . Things like that. But I don't- I-"