Christmas, New Year, neither were holidays Dal's celebrated since he came to the US. His neighborhood didn't do a lot collectively either: a few lights in windows, a dinner served by volunteers at the shelter nearby, some garland in his favorite all-night diner. There was no one to exchanges gifts with, no one to kiss at the stroke of midnight.
No one until now.
Dal never expected his life to change so much the night he met Gabriel. Everything changed even more the night Gabriel took him out of the city. Who could have predicted that someone so put-together in life would want to share that life with him? Maybe, once upon a time, somewhere in the back of his mind long forgotten, Dal hoped for a life like this (he totally did!).
There was a tree for Christmas, dinner with Gabriel and his mama. Dal wasn't much help in the cooking, but he observed from a place where he's out of the way. And he was the first to help with the cleanup. Washing dishes is something he can do in spades. Putting dishes away is easier now that he knows where everything belongs. The language barrier between Dal and Gabriel's mom is wide, but they somehow manage without any awkwardness and more than their fair share of laughter.
And after she leaves for the night, Dal's content to curl up on the couch to snuggle with Gabriel for a while. He really hasn't even imagined he'd be so happy for a very long time. Years. Even years before he ran away. His chest feel so full and he hardly notices the water pooling in his eyes.
"I haven't done this in a real long time," he murmurs quietly.
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No one until now.
Dal never expected his life to change so much the night he met Gabriel. Everything changed even more the night Gabriel took him out of the city. Who could have predicted that someone so put-together in life would want to share that life with him? Maybe, once upon a time, somewhere in the back of his mind long forgotten, Dal hoped for a life like this (he totally did!).
There was a tree for Christmas, dinner with Gabriel and his mama. Dal wasn't much help in the cooking, but he observed from a place where he's out of the way. And he was the first to help with the cleanup. Washing dishes is something he can do in spades. Putting dishes away is easier now that he knows where everything belongs. The language barrier between Dal and Gabriel's mom is wide, but they somehow manage without any awkwardness and more than their fair share of laughter.
And after she leaves for the night, Dal's content to curl up on the couch to snuggle with Gabriel for a while. He really hasn't even imagined he'd be so happy for a very long time. Years. Even years before he ran away. His chest feel so full and he hardly notices the water pooling in his eyes.
"I haven't done this in a real long time," he murmurs quietly.