Re: Rafe/Gabe - Cabanas - 7:45 p.m.
But Rafael's mind was decidedly on one track; he could not stop himself from answering quickly and decisively. "Not like that. Never like that, before you." His face was on fire. He turned it downward, burying his gaze in what little liquor remained in his cup. When the last of his poured gin was gone, he set aside his cup for the last time, silently cursing himself for failing to bring a larger container.
"I've had a dream with Alice," he said, pointing to the redhead once more. "And there was a younger kid named Ben here. I dreamed he was related to me somehow... and Nish, too. I don't know what causes them, or why they... are what they are..." He cleared his throat, tapping ash from his cigarette to the ground. Drunk, high, and reeling from this unexpected confession, he raised his eyes to Gabe's and stumbled headlong into more words he should not have said.
"It was good. I didn't realize how much I'd missed—um, that. You know."