Hex

[london_spy]

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Danny was stone still for a moment, but eventually moved to cover Hex's hand with his own. He honestly wasn't sure what to say. So much had happened, so much had changed. In the end he settled on something simple.

"I wasn't gone forever, I just- I had things I needed to at least try and settle," he said softly.

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[london_spy]

Danny couldn't deny that, he knew he wasn't eating enough.

"You know what I'm like. Dinner sometimes gets forgotten."

Or breakfast, or lunch, sometimes both.

[just_hex]

"It's not bad. I think you're beautiful," he said, studying Danny's face. His eyes. His eyes were...older. Looking into the man's eyes he knew he loved him as much now as ever.

[london_spy]

Danny held his gaze for a long moment, then moved closer and kissed Hex hard. Letting himself enjoy this moment of pure affection. Even if Hex wasn't looking for what he had been before, it was worth sticking by him. Danny was sure of that.

...And it was worth being hopeful that maybe Hex did still want a real relationship.

[just_hex]

Hex hummed soft approval, kissing Danny back with warmth and need. His arms wound round him and pulled him close. Another soft sound of pleasure escaped him as he lost himself in the simplicity and ease of something so wanted and familiar.

[london_spy]

Danny only pulled away when their cab pulled up, leaning through the window to give the driver the address, then opening the door and gesturing for Hex to get in first.

[just_hex]

He got in and moved over so Danny would have room. When the door was closed he moved near him to keep close contact.

"I've missed kissing you," he said. "I could kiss you for hours."

[london_spy]

"Me too," Danny admitted. "But I think maybe we should spend some time getting to know one another again. Don't you?"

[just_hex]

"I do," he nodded. A hand rested on Danny's knee just for contact. "I want to know everything you've found out."

[london_spy]

"You don't," Danny assured him. "You really don't."

And since the press and police had no interest, he wasn't sure it was something he'd ever drag up again. It was just too painful.

[just_hex]

"I'd like to know some," he chuckled, but didn't push. e imagined he'd learn in time. He would gladly hear anything Danny wanted to share.

But maybe not just right now. Now he was more interested in sharing soft touches and shy glances. Part of this felt so comfortable and familiar, but another part felt absolutely new. It was exciting.

[london_spy]

Danny didn't laugh though. There was no humour to be found in what he'd uncovered. Instead he wrapped his arms around himself and tried not to think about it.

[just_hex]

"Are you doing well now though?" he asked softly. "Terrible circumstances...but are you going to the doctor? I was so worried about you keeping up your care."

[london_spy]

"I told you, I've been going to the clinic," Danny replied, glancing over and wondering if Hex was as sober as he claimed.

[just_hex]

"I know. I know you've said. But, Danny, I've been so worrie. Nightmares. Awful. Not just your care, but the government and what they could do. I even doubted your letter. Just leaving like that. I thought they'd taken you and left that for me to put me off. I've been sick with worry. And I'm not...since I got shot I'm not well at all meself, I reckon," he explained quietly, touching Danny but looking out the cab window.

[london_spy]

"I thought saying goodbye in person would be too hard," Danny admitted. "I am sorry though, that you worried, that you're hurting."

[just_hex]

"I knew you'd never hurt me like that without cause. But, yes, I was bonkers," Hex admitted. "The ground dropped out an I was barely hanging. Still am, to be honest..."

[london_spy]

"I'm sorry, Hex. I really am," Danny said softly. "I never meant to drag you down with me."

[just_hex]

"Danny, I came willingly," Hex replied. "In fact, if I recall, I grabbed hold and didn't give you much choice."

[london_spy]

"That doesn't make me feel better," Danny assured him. "I suppose it doesn't matter now though. It's over. All of that mess, I had to let go."

[just_hex]

"So now what? What are you going to do now that it's all behind you?" Hex asked softly. He didn't expect an answer, not really.

[london_spy]

"I don't know. I... Scotty left me a lot of money. I probably don't have to do anything, but- I feel like I should do something. I just don't know what," Danny admitted.

[just_hex]

"There's no reason to rush into anything. If you're safe and secure you could find something you enjoy. Don't need to work warehouses or dishwashing forever," he said reasonably. "You've got a sharp mind, Danny. Really. Full of potential."

[london_spy]

"Perhaps, but let's not pretend my future is bright, Hex. Some things that have happened- They can't be erased or undone," Danny said softly, reaching over to touch Hex's arm. "My illness might not be the death sentence it used to be, but let's not pretend there isn't still a stigma."

[just_hex]

"I could wish really hard," he said softly, and though to many it may seem a platitude, Hex knew exactly how dangerous a wish could be now. Maybe if he wished for Danny's heath it might make up some of the damage he'd caused with Fin.

If he could even find Will. If Danny would even be willing.

[london_spy]

Danny laughed, then shook his head. "Anything you can just wish for and have is always going to have a catch. Nothing in life comes easy, Hex. If I could wish myself healthy, I'd likely get hit by a bus the same day."