[ Gabe sighed, his eyes held closed for a while as he kept petting down Darryn's back. His fingers barely dancing down his spine, twitching against any catch his own hands did, refusing to put any kind of tug against the boy.

He snorted to himself, smiling as he blindly reached up to stroke his fingers through Darryn's hair ]

Am gud, nowt 'urt at all. I'd tell yer if i 'urt- i am a wee bit sore now mind, but it aint dat bad. Are yer okay yerself Sol?