“Quid pro quo, Sparky,” Mal said to the ceiling, not even turning his head.
“Yeah? Shoot.”
“What’s the real reason you ditched work to see me?”
Silence filled the air like it was charged with static. If this was just sex, Mal shouldn’t care, but he had to know why Danny sought him out like someone drowning in the middle of the ocean
“I…I just…” Danny started to speak but faded out. When Mal glanced at him, he had an arm draped over his eyes as if to hide. “I told you it’s been stressful lately.”
“This is more than stress.” Mal should know. He was intimately familiar with being broken.
“What do you care?” Danny peeked at him from beneath his arm. “You’re just looking for angles, right? Your next opportunity to get the upper hand?”
Mal stared. He wasn’t used to Danny being this…cold. “Thought I just hadthe upper hand. You complaining about how that turned out?”
“No complaints,” Danny chuckled humorlessly, dropping his arm but returning his attention to the ceiling.