Gael hissed as feeling started to rush back into his arms and legs, down to his feet. It was a sharp biting sort of pain that caused his eyes to squeeze tight as he gasped out in displeasure at the thousands of needles pricked his skin. He returned that kiss as Carlos slid up to him, before pulling him close and holding him.

They fell asleep like that, tangled up in the blankets, smelling of sex and sweat. And really, Gael would reflect when he awoke the next morning- he was content in a way he'd not been in years, and he'd had a good nights sleep. He didn't know if it was a good sign or not- but he suspected that this was going to be more...common place soon. For better or worse.

For the better, he hoped.