“I’ll be fine. I heal fast, remember? Let me take care of you. You should be sitting.” Danny placed a hand on Mal’s less bruised and swollen cheek, touching him every chance he could and seeking comforts Mal didn’t usually offer. But then, Mal had been doing the same thing, like he needed to feel Danny’s skin to remind himself he wasn’t a reflection that would vanish.
“Danny…” Mal backed out of Danny’s touch. This was a bad idea. Danny needed more than just him tonight. He needed more than just him
But Danny followed after him and reached for his neck tentatively with a cringe on his face from remembering how he’d clenched his hands there earlier. “Please, can I stay? I don’t want to go home yet.”
“They’re going to wonder what happened to you.”
“I’ll call them later. Later. I’ll tell them I’m okay, I just… Please,” his voice caught on a sob, “don’t make me leave.”
Mal sighed. He’d never been able to refuse Lucy when she was crying either. “You can stay. If you’re sure?”