John - Post Asylum

[london_spy]

He'd woken up in his own bed. Alone. Safe. Normal. Danny didn't understand why or what that meant. His first instinct was to call Greg, but his phone wasn't working at all. the screen was shattered and when he plugged it in there was no sign of life.

He supposed he'd have to go get a new one.

Coffee in hand he found himself just walking, past the hospital where Greg should be checking in for his shift, past the flat Hex shared with Flynn and the others, then past the hotel where John had been staying. He could have gone into any off those places, but he just wasn't brave enough to see who was there and who remembered him.

He stared at John's hotel a beat longer, then began to walk again.

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[london_spy]

"There's always an answer," Danny replied, looking over at John. "It doesn't have to be one I like- But there's always an answer."

[petty_dabbler]

"You're really not going to let it go, hmm?" he asked, then reached over and rubbed Danny's arm. "Let it go for tonight, love. Just for tonight."

[london_spy]

Danny sighed, rubbing his face but eventually nodding. He could leave it be, just for a while.

"Food'll be here soon," he said softly.

[petty_dabbler]

"Good. We can eat and then, what is it? Netflix and chill?" he replied. Clearly something he'd only heard about.

[london_spy]

Danny managed a laugh. "Presumptuous of you, but alright," he replied.

[petty_dabbler]

"Did I say it wrong?" he asked, barely keeping in a laugh. "I saw it on a nightshirt in a Walmart in, God, where was it? Florida, I think."

[london_spy]

"I just don't think it means what you think it means. ...Netflix and chill is kind of code for hooking up, John," Danny laughed, offering a real smile now.

[petty_dabbler]

"I can't say I'd be opposed to that, either," he chuckled. "We used to say 'you wanna get coffee'. That always meant sex."

[london_spy]

"That why you're on another cup?" Danny teased.

[petty_dabbler]

John laughed at that.

"You caught me," he said.

[london_spy]

Danny laughed a little, about to say more when the doorbell rang.

"Do you mind getting the pizza?" he asked. "It's paid for, and I left tip money in the kitchen."

He knew he still looked a bit of a mess.

[petty_dabbler]

"Happy to do it," he nodded, then got up to take care of the food. He was gone for a bit, then brought back two plates and settled in by Danny.

"Oh, shit, I forgot napkins."

[london_spy]

"It's alright, if we get messy I'll grab an old towel out of the bathroom," Danny promised, sitting up and taking a slice.

He hadn't realized he was starving until he could smell the food.

[petty_dabbler]

John tucked into his pizza but he really wasn't that hungry. He'd never turn down food, though. Sometimes he didn't know when he'd get another meal.

"Now that's the stuff," he said. "We'll get fat and pass out and it'll be bliss."

[london_spy]

Danny settled in so they were shoulder to shoulder, eating a few slices but eventually just resting against John and only half-watching the telly. he hummed in agreement, though he wasn't tired, not really.

[petty_dabbler]

He finished all he could, then laid his plate aside.

"I never need to eat again," he groaned.

When he sat back he stretched and not-so-subtle put his arm around Danny.

[london_spy]

Danny didn't mind, leaning into him and closing his eyes.

[petty_dabbler]

"Tired now that you're coming down?" John asked. No judgment. He had no grounds to judge anyone.

[london_spy]

"Tired, but wired too," Danny admitted. "I swear I'm not usually like this anymore."

[petty_dabbler]

"Danny, you don't have to explain it," he assured him. He tugged at him and leaned in, kissing slowly.

[london_spy]

Danny returned the kiss, easing nearer and groaning softly against John's lips.

[petty_dabbler]

John kissed him for a while, deep and slow. But finally he pulled back.

"Are you sober enough to say yes?" John asked. Not to kill the mood, but he wasn't that guy.

[london_spy]

Danny smiled at that, genuinely touched that John cared enough to ask.

"I am," he assured him.

[petty_dabbler]

"Good," he smiled, then kissed him again, this time pushing his hand under Danny's shirt.

[london_spy]

Danny moved with him, one arm slipping around him as they kissed.