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There's a couple of nice things that Danny appreciates about the world suddenly turning to desert and dust. For one, he gets to sleep without the sound of waves keeping him until the early hours of the morning. Plus, he gets to wear some amazing clothes and he's got a gun on him. He's just grateful to be practicing his accuracy once more, seeing as it's been a while and he'd started to get worried.

As it stands, he's working on putting together dinner for when Steve gets home -- just a simple vegetable stew and some beef that he's picked up from the Compound since there is no way in hell that he's looking a gift cow in the mouth, so to speak. With the heat rising from his small stove, he inches towards the door, kicking it open to let some of the steam out, giving Zulu a warning look as he pokes a wooden spoon in the dog's direction. "You even think about running and I'm letting Steve take you for a five-miler."

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"I will hug you again," Danny warns with a casual point in the direction of Neil's face. "Don't try me, babe, I will hug you so tight that you're gonna stay here the whole night and Steve will have to cope with being displaced from the dinner table."

"You are such a freak," I laugh, flashing him a weak grin, "Well, come on and get it over with, if you've gotta."

Danny grins and crosses the distance between them. "C'mere," he says, reaching out to grab him one more time and pull him in close, rubbing a hand over his back. "So, is that all you wanted to talk about? I mean, I just finished giving sex advice to someone else."

"No," I mutter, rolling my eyes, my arms slipping around him with less reluctance than I'm trying to pass off. "I don't know. Tunny doesn't know about any of that shit. Not yet. I don't really know how to bring it up, or if I even should, you know?"

Danny squeezes just once more, one more time, before he lets go. He eases back and ruffles Neil's hair just to be an asshole before he starts paying attention again. "Look, if you want this to be a successful relationship-thing, I think you should be honest. That's just me, though."

"I know. I mean, I will, it just always feels weird. Like I want fucking sympathy or whatever, and it's not about that," I admit, rolling my eyes when he ruffles my hair and blowing a strand of it out of my face.

"He already knows about some of it. I started hooking when I was fifteen. Didn't stop 'til I ended up here, on the island. It's kinda hard to keep that shit up when there's no money. But I told him that much, and he knows there's more. So, I guess it won't be too hard to... bring up or whatever."

Danny closes his eyes tightly. "I did not know about that," he says, trying to retain a level of calmness in spite of the fact that he wants to rip something's face off. He'd been in vice for nearly two years and had been undercover on the streets for several of those months. The idea of equating what he saw to Neil makes him want to be sick, physically sick.

"Which is why you're a fuckin' idiot for tryin' to judge whether or not I'm fucked up," I point out with a snort of laughter, rolling my eyes.

"I'm clean, by the way, Got checked out by the doctors, here. I mean, in case you're worried or whatever."

"I trust you," Danny promises easily, given the fact that he doesn't think that he's got to worry about what he might have contracted. Hell, he'd have gone without condoms if Neil had said he was clean, would've trusted him one hundred percent. "And fuck you, you still don't seem screwed up to me. All I see is a guy making the best of things."

"Whatever," I say, rolling my eyes and reaching out to catch him by the front of the shirt, pulling him closer but not quite bringing myself to pull him into another hug.

"I feel fucked up, a lot of the time. How was Dave, by the way? I mean, I talked to him, since, but it's kinda hard to tell."

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.

"You're the first person I've told. Well, Kara pretty much figured it out, but all she did was grunt and look at me like I'm crazy, but that's pretty much what I expected," I admit with a snort of laughter.

"Don't worry, I'll tell him. I'm not gonna fuck with him like that."

"Just make sure he doesn't end up with a crush on you, okay? That's the last thing I need," Danny warns mildly, given the fact that he's slightly concerned that suddenly he's going to have twice the consoling to do and he doesn't have that kind of time.

"You didn't end up with a crush on me, who says he's gonna?" I tease, looking up at him with a grin.

"I'll be careful, okay?"

Edited 2012-04-17 02:04 (UTC)

"You're so far from my type it hurts," Danny volleys back, rolling his eyes with no small amount of fondness. "And, you weren't my first time having sex. There's a reason people tend to mistake those feelings their first time around. There's no experience to tell the difference."

"Hey, man, fuck you," I say, trying to look all affronted but failing pretty fuckin' miserably.

"I don't know what you want me to do, man. I said I'd be careful. Anyway, he's got a thing for some other kid."

"Yeah, I kind of figured there was some kind of crush going on when he started talking about what he wanted, but I didn't want to assume it wasn't you. I mean, if it was, I could've dashed your chances," he jokes, tweaking Neil's ear just the once.

"You're such a dick," I laugh, batting his hand away. "Seriously, I dunno why the fuck I bother."

Which is bullshit and we both know it, but whatever.

"Because you love me," is Danny's immediate answer, grabbing a slice of the pie and holding it out on a plate in front of Neil. "Also, I feed you." He smirks and gestures to the table with his chin. "Sit, eat. It'll make me feel better and I know you live to do that."

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