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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[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."

[just_hex]

Hex wondered if he knew how too right that was. He'd bear the burden of the cost thought, willingly too, if it could mean Danny would live long an healthy.

"Yeah, well I won't break out any candles and ouija boards just yet. Swear," he said, trying to laugh it off.

[london_spy]

"Good," Danny replied. "...Part of what I love about you Hex, is that you love me as I am, warts and all."

[just_hex]

That made him hesitate. Reaching out to take Danny's hand he pulled him closer to get his attention.

"I do, Danny. I really do," he said softly.

[london_spy]

Danny smiled, looking at their hands and squeezing Hex's gently.

He was about to say something, but the cab slowed to a stop and he realized they'd arrived.

"Oh, we're here. This is Scotty's."

[just_hex]

Hex peered out the window, up the flagstone steps to the modern architecture. The lights inside were welcoming.

"It looks nice," he said, then got out. The night was pleasant and the air smelled fresh even this bit outside of the city proper. "I get a tour, yeah?"

[london_spy]

Danny paid the fair, then joined him outside.

"Sure. It's not as massive as it looks though," he smiled, taking Hex's arm and leading him inside.

[just_hex]

"Bet it's got a nice garden. I'm spoiled with the garden at Spencer's house," he replied, keeping Danny close as they went inside. It was nice, not flash at all. Understated. Classic. He felt at home immediately.

[london_spy]

"It does," Danny nodded, though his smile faded as he looked around.

"It's a lovely place, he was very proud of this house. ...It feels terribly empty without him in it though," he admitted quietly.

[just_hex]

"Would you sell? Move somewhere without so many ghosts?" Hex asked gently.