Danny can't even move at that second, gripped with pain. He clasps at his thigh with both hands and sits up, managing to get his upper torso leaning over the lower, hissing in sharply. A sick part of his brain is chuckling, dying with laughter about the fact that he just re-tore his ACL having sex with Steve.

"Fuck," he cries out with a small jagged sob of a sound in his throat.