Danny slides a hand to Neil's back, holding on loose and lazily, like he's not about to let him go, but he's not about to crush the breath out of him, either. "He was good," Danny promises. "Honestly, he was more occupied with the whole 'I had sex, does that change me as a person' thing that kids his age tend to go through. He, you know, he wants to do it again, but with a boyfriend-type-person."

"He knows you're taken, right?" Danny checks, just in case there's some heartbreak on the horizon.