Sam was absolutely itching to reach out and touch Gabriel, but he'd been brought up better than that. Gabriel hadn't said he would welcome the touch and hadn't made any moves toward Sam. Of course, there was another part of his brain urging caution, but not for any reason he could see.
Of course, they get to the bakery and...Sam can smell the difference. Oh, don't get him wrong, the bakery smells nice. Bakeries often do, after all. But it doesn't smell like anything he's been getting from Gabriel. A little, maybe, but only from places where Gabriel seems to work a lot.
Shit. He wasn't sure how to handle that little bolt of news.
So, for now, he pushed it down and to the side, finding a chair and sitting down to watch Gabriel work. "Thanks." He paused a moment, then, "You know. Mom used to bake all the time when we were kids. I used to love sitting in the kitchen and watching her."
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Date: 2013-11-30 12:16 am (UTC)Of course, they get to the bakery and...Sam can smell the difference. Oh, don't get him wrong, the bakery smells nice. Bakeries often do, after all. But it doesn't smell like anything he's been getting from Gabriel. A little, maybe, but only from places where Gabriel seems to work a lot.
Shit. He wasn't sure how to handle that little bolt of news.
So, for now, he pushed it down and to the side, finding a chair and sitting down to watch Gabriel work. "Thanks." He paused a moment, then, "You know. Mom used to bake all the time when we were kids. I used to love sitting in the kitchen and watching her."