Feeling positively fucked out, Lindsey, while trying to put his feet down, had to depend on Gabriel for support to prevent him from falling in an ungraceful heap. Even after he was ready, his knees still buckled unsteadily from the position and how tensely he locked the joints.

"Hell on wheels," he whispered as he struggled to regain his breath. It was even harder with how the shower water streamed down around them. "Don't think I can walk today."