Would it be strange to say that nothing felt more right than holding Eli's hand? Like, nothing in the history of Gabriel's life? He couldn't describe it. He couldn't even begin to rationalize it. But with their hands together like this, everything felt manageable. "My creations. Huh. Good term." Gabe smiled. "I build friendships and love affairs and coffee tables and shelves out of recycled goods. I can fix most things. But when are you going to tell me about you?"