hook got suddenly quiet. he nodded, still, because he wanted danny to know he was listening, but he wasn't happy to know the riders were that controlling. it wasn't news. he should have expected it... and he had no right over danny to even be justified thinking that wasn't right. it was his life after all. and yet, concern still stung his chest. "wouldn't they be crossed at you spending time with me?" he wondered, slight innocence escaping his sarcasm while sending a little look to the other.
there was a reason why they became almost strangers, now. almost, because hook could never quite let him go. not in his mind. not in his heart. despite all of his efforts, this encounter was testimony enough: he was willing to get on the wrong side of the riders just to spend some time with danny. and, deep down, he knew he was selfish because he wasn't the only one who'd pay for it. danny, possibly, would pay a steeper price.
he did as asked and ordered an uber, not shying away from danny's curiosity, too acquainted with it by now to even notice. "I did," with a sad shrug he tried to distance himself from the melancholy of knowing what the alternative was, when he could have a picture of them together on his screen. felt much too changed now. and yet, not changed at all. not when danny stood that close and hook did nothing to find distance, not like he did with everyone else. "thought... It was needed if I wanted to move on."
he thought at danny's words, though a tiny smile appeared on his lips, eyes trailing off, thinking. he didn't see what danny saw; to him, joe was a mentor and a close to a father figure, really. "so does mox." he offered, though he was sympathetic, bumping against him with his shoulder. "the opps are good for me, and joe trusts me to take care of his business while he's gone, which I appreciate. It's an opportunity to show I can be someone other than my father's son, right?" no one ever heard him saying that out loud, but danny was different. danny saw him for who he truly was first - before he could even see himself at times. why was it any different now that they were on different paths? why did it feel like nothing changed at all? why, despite his best efforts, he felt the need to reach out and touch him? hook sank his hands deep into his joggers' pockets instead, looking away. "I miss you, you know?" it rolled out of him before he could even think about it. devastating truth spreading through his melancholy-ridden chest.
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