Gabe looks at Caleb, specifically at his hands. He wants to take them, to hold them, but it's been a year and maybe Caleb doesn't want anything to do with him, at least not in that way. Maybe Caleb doesn't care how much Gabe's heart had broken, was still broken. Maybe even without the werewolf thing, he had wanted to end it.
Sighing out, Gabe occupies his hands with the mug of coffee.
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Gabe looks at Caleb, specifically at his hands. He wants to take them, to hold them, but it's been a year and maybe Caleb doesn't want anything to do with him, at least not in that way. Maybe Caleb doesn't care how much Gabe's heart had broken, was still broken. Maybe even without the werewolf thing, he had wanted to end it.
Sighing out, Gabe occupies his hands with the mug of coffee.
"I missed you."