“Thank you, sweetheart, that’s perfect.” There was a soft rustle, and Sir was half-folded over him. Sir’s hand was on his arm, his shoulder, his sides, rubbing gently. “That’s so good. I know things went a little sideways on us there, but you were so good, so beautiful, and I’m so proud of you.” Sir kept rubbing soft, easy circles on Gabe’s neck. “It wasn’t your fault, what happened. That was…it wasn’t your fault, and I’m sorry it interrupted our evening, but I’m still going to take care of you now, if you’ll let me. I’d like to. Okay?”