"I know, and you've fussed over me all day today and yesterday. It's my turn," he murmured softly, fingers still stroking. He knew that Gabe was exhausted, hadn't had any opportunities to sleep since they left the motel. It was high time the older man rested.

Their bond was warm and soothing for them both, and he hummed low in his throat as he continued to keep a physical connection as well. He'd soothe Gabe eventually, no matter how much of a stubborn old goat the man tried to be.