Daniel's gaze never went to the man. Maybe he was afraid if he looked at him, he'd feel for him, have pity, and then he would try and fight with Dylan over it. At best he would lose whatever this was between them. At worst?
He knew he could end up dead on the ground beside the man.
"Do what you want to do," he murmured, hearing the threadiness, the crack of his own voice. Danny cleared his throat, smoothing down his tee shirt that ended a couple of inches above his waistband because of the heavy swell of his breasts.
"Do what you want, Dylan. I vowed to stand by you in New York, this won't change that." Had it been Jack, Henley... even Merritt, maybe his words would be different, but he was pledged to the Horsemen, and that was where he would stand.
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He knew he could end up dead on the ground beside the man.
"Do what you want to do," he murmured, hearing the threadiness, the crack of his own voice. Danny cleared his throat, smoothing down his tee shirt that ended a couple of inches above his waistband because of the heavy swell of his breasts.
"Do what you want, Dylan. I vowed to stand by you in New York, this won't change that." Had it been Jack, Henley... even Merritt, maybe his words would be different, but he was pledged to the Horsemen, and that was where he would stand.