"There are so many others," Dan says, even if a little voice that's entirely his own selfishness is telling him to shut up. "Are-- are we going for any of them?"

Then Marcus puts a hand on his chest and Dan's entire body relaxes. It's more than the calm and safety that Marcus gives him, but the knowledge that he's comforting Dan in the best way he knows. Dan's stiff and shaking muscles become pliant, and he's easily guided, letting his head fall back.

"You will," he says, letting his eyes close, safe to do so now, with this anchor. If only he was a little brighter, if only he had some of Abra's strength, he could turn the world halfway, and stay in that safe place he knows is there.