“Good boy,” Gabe told him. He ran a hand through Tom’s hair, petting him and stroking down the back of Tom’s neck. “I’m gonna take good care of you. Give you everything you need, because you’re so good for me. But first, need t’ do something for myself.” Gabe nudged him with his foot. “Scooch on over a bit, want you kneelin’ right here between my feet. Then put your forehead all th’ way down, want you with your nose on the carpet.” Gabe stood up for a second, and Tom distinctly heard the sound of a zipper coming down.