"Don't make it worse, at least," Dan says, some of the intensity of the moment having certainly faded, but the quiet warmth remaining. "I can help with things around here. Knee stuff can be tricky," he adds. "And I don't know that I want Sabrina coming back to find you've made an injury worse."

The idea of being tended too seems unbearably sweet and strange, and Dan can't quite keep that from his expression. "Yeah, that would be-- good thing I'm up on my tetanus shot."

He already doesn't know how he's going to leave this behind. Whether it's the safety of this place or the shine, he's very certain it will end.

And he'll have to head back to his apartment.

He pushes it from his mind.