Gabe smiles. It's soft, warm, and inviting. Pulls the other close, the hand not holding his already going to the other's hip. Wrapping him in comfort, the lock of hair close between them.

"I promise, but you have to do what I say. You have to relax, and just follow me. Let me lead--let me guide you."

They don't need music, either: Gabe's always been there, always been known the music. So has Niles, deep down. Just doesn't realize it until it's too late. "You know, if you come with me, we can be together," He says. He waits for an answer, patiently, and begins the slow, soft steps.