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Time to make him talk. "Did you have a family before the apocalypse? Friends? Anything like that?"
He just pulled on his shirt, and now he flashes me a scowl. "What difference does that make?"
"I'd like to know. Please."
Gabriel grabs his socks and boots and drops onto the bed. "I was alone. Happy now?"
"No, of course that doesn't make me happy. What happened to your parents?"
He shrugs while pulling on his socks. "Never met them. I was an orphan, tossed around to various foster homes."
"Oh, Gabriel—"
"Don't do that. Don't pity me."
I waddle across the bed and wrap my arms around him. "I would never pity you. But I feel for you, Gabriel, for the boy who never had a family. It's no wonder you have trouble connecting with other people."
"What makes you think that?"
"You said yourself that you never got serious about anyone you dated. Did you have friends?"
"Only the people I knew at work. We weren't particularly close."
I lay my cheek on his shoulder. "You aren't alone anymore. You have everyone at Sanctuary—and you have me."
"Because you think I'm the other half of the Brain."
"No." I climb onto his lap while keeping my arms around him. "I'm with you because I like you, Gabriel. You're more than just a guy I had sex with twice."
He grunts.
I think that means he's embarrassed. "It's true. No amount of grumpy behavior will make me change my mind about you."
"What if I growl at you?"
"Nope. That won't work either." I wriggle my bottom on his lap, which makes him wince faintly. "I let you tie me up and order me not to come. How can you think I don't like and trust you?"
He falls back onto the bed and shuts his eyes, leaving me still crouched on his lap. "You're impossible."
"Thank you. I take that as a compliment."
Gabriel peeks at me through one half-closed lid. "You're weird."
I grin. "And I take that as a compliment too. I never realized how spunky and naughty I could be until I met you. But I love it."
He opens both eyes and smirks. "You are a very naughty girl, and I'd love explore that some more. But I think you'd better get dressed. We need to…figure things out."
"You mean the Brain thing."
"Can we stop calling it that? Makes me feel like I'm Frankenstein's monster."
I pat his chest. "And I'm the monster's bride."
"Uh-huh." He sits up, throws his arms around me, and stands up. Then he sets me on my feet. "You really need to get dressed. Don't know how much longer I can look at your naked body without fucking you again."
Yeah, that would be a shame. I know I shouldn't want to do that again, since we have problems to deal with, but I wish we could have sex one more time. What we've done makes me wonder if I loved sex this much before the apocalypse, or if living under the constant threat of death and destruction has changed me. Does it really matter what I was like before? I want to stay the person I am now. If I regain my memories, maybe I won't like what I learn about myself.
Gabriel likes me this way, that's for sure.
