Re: Rafe/Gabe - Cabanas - 7:45 p.m.
"Vivid," Rafe finished. "Yes. I, uh." Fresh color flooded his cheeks, and in force. He tried to hide behind his raised glass, but that small obstacle did nothing to conceal his visceral reaction. It was written on his face that he had more to say than he was giving voice. He cleared his throat and fidgeted in his seat.
"I think that would be good. A distraction, I mean. I haven't really used the camera much yet, except for some macro shots of Alice's baking. I'm hoping she'll be able to use them for her shop or website, but we'll see. I haven't really shown them to her yet, so. You know I could always use a little practice, and some shots of you and Spot would be nice."
He rambled, but the vibrant memory of the dream remained, and Rafe could not shake the feeling that he had not been alone in his dreaming. Gabriel's own words seemed to confirm this. At once he ached to ask and knew that he could not; he sank his teeth around the filter of his cigarette, willing himself to hold back a torrent of wholly inappropriate questions.