"Right. It was just fucking though- So if I'd said I just wanted to fuck, it would have been fine, right? The wrong is the whole not wanting to hurt you. Not dying, not going to leave you for someone else, so clearly the worst option. Got it. I mean, honestly, I've got shit taste too, so we're clearly just too compatible," Danny snorted, tapping the window when they neared their destination.

"There's parking there."