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"I still think your a biased s**t. Took you what, three kisses to figure it out?" Though I guess it's true what they say, third times the charm. Des made a noise and threw his hands up in the air. "Leg's bleeding! Not going anywhere!" He yelled.

Des just blinked from Gabriel to his leg. "... Well, I can either rip the jeans or take em off, but no I don't think they are going to roll up that high." He eyed the boy as he blushed red. "...I can do it myself if you want." Then the purple haired boy grinned. "Boxers by the way. I ain't crazy enough to go commando."

...He was about to kill his poor brunette.

Des rolled his eyes, and pulled Gabriel in for a hug. "I'm not taking those off.. Calm down. Remember what I said about breathing? We're not doing anything.. But I can make it a bit easier for you. Hop up for a bit." He said as he released Gabriel. Once the brunette stood, Des shimmied himself under the blankets, with a little bit of struggling and then proceeded to wriggle about under the blankets. "Better??" He asked, as he propped himself up on the pillows. He had the blanket pulled over his waist and good leg. He hoped hiding under the blankets would atleast ease Gabriel's frantic mind.

Des just chuckled light. "I have got to work on getting you use to these sorts of things..." He hissed and twitched every now and then, trying not to move too much as his leg was cleaned and bandaged. Des let Gabriel curl up against him, a hand momentarily running over the brunette's back in comfort before taking care of his shoulder. "Darling, if I remember correctly Grace was watching me. Not you. So technically not on your watch. And you make it sound like I don't know how to throw down with the rest of them."

"Tch. Don't worry about it Angel." He said as he finished patching himself and moved to run a hand through his hair. The brunette blinked, raising a curious brow at the shakes. "Hey... You don't know that." A hand traveled down Gabriel's back again. "Come here you..." He mumbled as the brunette was pulled into his lap.

"Shhh... It's alright." He laughed lightly as he wrapped his arms around Gabriel's waist. "Living up to that name Angel. Little s**t doesn't know how to walk to save his life but I think I'd probably be in worse shape if he wasn't there.... Funny all things considered. Some blonde guy was telling me that I should go home and to stay close. Then poof Grace shows up. ...Where in hell did you even meet him??" He ignore the mild pain in his limbs and just held Gabriel close. "Ya did good kid."

"It's okay sweetheart..." He said quietly as he nuzzled and stroked at Gabriel's reddish brown hair. "We're both okay." A little banged up, but both were still breathing. Tugging at the blankets until he had a corner, Des pulled Gabriel's face out of hiding just enough so he could wipe at it. "It's okay..." He repeated lightly, over and over again as he brushed tears, dirt and whatever else off of Gabriel's face. "...You look like you could use a shower." The purple haired boy said when he was done.

The purple haired boy just chuckled. "It's alright. You wanted to make sure I was taken care of and you did just that." He sat up just enough to lean his forehead against Gabriel's. "It's alright Angel. Believe me. You have nothing to apologize for." Then he picked his head up and kissed his boyfriend's forehead. "Now go take a shower and try to relax some... I'll be here when you get out alright?"