Something sort of wells up in Dan's chest, like an instance of shining he can't exactly name, one that's not full developed, and maybe it's just this. Maybe it's just that he's exhausted, in a place that is actually a home, warm and drawing light in like other places have drawn the dark. Maybe it's that he feels so close to Marcus right now, has known his pain and has put his life in Marcus's hands-- only to end up in a warm, safe place.

It's a wish, not fully formed, and Dan pulls it carefully back into himself and sets it aside for better times. He's beginning to think they might actually come.

"If you love someone, I don't think you ever stop wanting what's best for them," Dan says quietly. "Goodnight, Marcus. I know I don't need to say it, but thank you. I really am glad I met you."

He smiles, and then he slides down, settling into the bed and finding sleep almost immediately.