Re: Rafe/Gabe - Cabanas - 7:45 p.m.
Rafael was just as unsure of the question Gabe clearly wanted to ask. He knew the answer, though, and this time the depths of his intoxication and Gabe's wonderful, welcome proximity made certain he was comfortable offering it.
"Yes." The flush in his cheeks did not abate with the admission. He pushed forward all the same, his voice so low it was almost impossible to hear beneath the steady thump of music. "The other night, I... dreamed about us. Sort of." He raked a hand through his hair. A nervous laugh made his cigarette twitch upward at the corner of his mouth. "A little different from when we were kids, but... it was still you, and still me, and these other people we see in dreams. It was..." He swallowed hard around the lump that had risen in his throat, and hoped his body's other stirrings were equally unnoticeable to any observer.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't be saying all this."