The Day After

[daniel_brown]

Going home after what had happened wasn't easy, it wasn't until after many pizza-flavored kisses and a text message threat from home that he reluctantly put his clothes back on and forced himself to say "Goodnight" - leaving his panties purposefully tucked into the sheets to be found later.

He slept deep and well, waking the next day to go about business as usual - aside from a stop for confidential STI testing - even though it was hard to keep his head out of the clouds. After settling into the team bus it was hard not to want to reach out to him.

He types out several messages - "I think I love you." "I want you so bad." "Are you thinking about me?" - and erases them all, opting for a much more neutral message.

what r u doing?

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[daniel_brown]

He feels like there's something more he should say, some scrap of something that's just not there between exhaustion and bliss and youthful nerves.

"I'm glad you do." He replies with another soft chuckle, considering the towel as the tub drains out around his ankle.

"Can I talk to you again tomorrow... well, technically today... I mean... is it okay if I call or text or something?"

[mysticism]

"Definitely okay. And if I can't talk, I'll text you." The last thing he wants is for Daniel to think he's being ignored.

[daniel_brown]

"Okay," he breathes, his grin stretching as he pushes up on his feet with a low groan.

"Sleep well, then... I guess. Good night."

[mysticism]

"Sweet dreams," he murmurs, offering his phone an air kiss before hanging up.

"...love you," he adds to the empty air, testing the words to feel out how true they sound to him, then he grabs the blanket and pulls it over his head like he can hide.

"Shit."

[daniel_brown]

For a moment, Danny lingers in the bathroom - checking himself in the mirror and rubbing a generous amount of IcyHot on his knee - thinking about what he said... what was hopefully unheard.

It's too soon, he thinks, he's being being a stupid kid. Things take time to build and grow.

And he's exhausted... and there's a nice, comfy guest room to collapse in until noon.

"Good night." He echoes at the mirror, offering a smile as he drags his fingers over the simple cotton bra under his t-shirt.

[ooc: And there's me grinning like and idiot at them and already looking at the next starter ready to flail.]