( danny was, even before the entity dosed him with a sliver of her grace, always quiet. you learn the art of tip-toeing quickly, one of the core firsts alongside riding a bike or pitching a ball, when your old man is all-seeing and all diseased combat shock paranoia. the chair legs must hit the ground again, but they don't make a noise, and neither does danny when he appears beside john's bowed shoulder.
his pinky hooks in the collar of his shirt, pulling it back for a peek inside at the lovely, strong planes of his back. his unmarked skin, as if danny hadn't mercilessly railed him into a brick wall not so long ago.
huh. )
Why would you do that? ( oh, he knows why, or at least the why he's angling for people to think. he's seen john schmoozing plenty around the city. that's a nice young man. he lifts his pinky, allowing john's collar to drop. )
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his pinky hooks in the collar of his shirt, pulling it back for a peek inside at the lovely, strong planes of his back. his unmarked skin, as if danny hadn't mercilessly railed him into a brick wall not so long ago.
huh. )
Why would you do that? ( oh, he knows why, or at least the why he's angling for people to think. he's seen john schmoozing plenty around the city. that's a nice young man. he lifts his pinky, allowing john's collar to drop. )