The two words are soft. A little lulled and fuzzy, just a little suspicious.
He knows Danny is still looking at him. Head on. Very specifically. Isn't sure what he's seeing, or why he's still looking. Which is an insane thought, right? After the whole evening, and sex, and they're still in a pile, on the blankets, not specifically even lined with with pillows and sleeping, so much as a muddle of limbs they haven't taken back.
When it's a little harder to focus on, when his fingers tighten just enough against Danny's scalp, and almost instantly the hold Danny has across his shoulders tightens, too. Holding him firmer, closer, instant and complete. Encompassing. Fingers at one shoulder, the bar across him back. The warm, sort of absent way the touch is so completely like a check in.
Either with his skin, or with him. Which the words that come next roll right over. Making his chest tighten.
"Yeah." It's a little too settled. Not said with any rush, but fast out his mouth as compared to his thoughts. When the only one to escape the sudden dust up, shove away of all the terrible thoughts he's been thinking, was that he wanted it to be. As much as wanting anything good to survive got him anywhere in the last month.
But, maybe, it was worth something. That the want hadn't been pummeled from his hands by all of this.
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He knows Danny is still looking at him. Head on. Very specifically. Isn't sure what he's seeing, or why he's still looking. Which is an insane thought, right? After the whole evening, and sex, and they're still in a pile, on the blankets, not specifically even lined with with pillows and sleeping, so much as a muddle of limbs they haven't taken back.
When it's a little harder to focus on, when his fingers tighten just enough against Danny's scalp, and almost instantly the hold Danny has across his shoulders tightens, too. Holding him firmer, closer, instant and complete. Encompassing. Fingers at one shoulder, the bar across him back. The warm, sort of absent way the touch is so completely like a check in.
Either with his skin, or with him. Which the words that come next roll right over. Making his chest tighten.
"Yeah." It's a little too settled. Not said with any rush, but fast out his mouth as compared to his thoughts. When the only one to escape the sudden dust up, shove away of all the terrible thoughts he's been thinking, was that he wanted it to be. As much as wanting anything good to survive got him anywhere in the last month.
But, maybe, it was worth something. That the want hadn't been pummeled from his hands by all of this.