Re: Rafe/Gabe - Cabanas - 7:45 p.m.
The smile broadened, Gabe ducking his head as one hand rose to rub at his nape, caught in the truth of Rafe's words.
"Yeah," he finally said, the response loose. More drink, more liquor. That, or Rafe's presence, or a combination thereof, and he felt certain that they were still on good terms. He'd had no reason to be nervous earlier. "Final draft's in, just has to go through one more review and then it's off to the presses. Can barely believe it, I feel like it was just yesterday I was pitching the idea...
"But, I mean, I've told you enough about that. We should get you out, more," he said, the hand holding his cup rising to point a gently accusing finger in Rafe's direction. "Should use that camera you just spent all that money on. Maybe we could take Spot down to the beach, give you a subject. Or, I don't know, just something." He imbibed a little more, his muscles loosening even more. "Just get out, stop thinking about... you know, dreams and weird things going on. Especially when those dreams are, uh..." He caught himself just before he let slip the idea that the dreams were better than real life, in that at least in them he could touch Rafe, instead of being resigned to the scant distance that his relationship status required.