Danny notices. He notices when Vlad holds him tighter. When the wind howls too loud or the traffic is particularly crazy that day. While they’re in bed, holding hands on a walk. He feels the tight squeeze of his arms or hands. Vlad holds him tighter. It’s a sweet gesture. Danny can’t complain. It’s only the look of pain in Vlad’s eyes that confuses him.
Vlad doesn’t notice. He doesn’t notice when he holds Danny closer. He knows he does it, Danny mentions it when he does it. With that angel’s smile on his lips, he looks at him like he’s the world. Vlad doesn’t notice his actions, but he understands why he does it. During heavy, destructive rainstorms. Staring down vehicular manslaughter if the wrong move were made.
It’s no wonder why Vlad holds him tighter. One day he may run out of time with him. Afraid that one day he won’t be able to hear his laughter. One day he won’t be able to hold onto the scent he leaves behind in the morning. He won’t be able to kiss those perfect lips or stare into the eyes of his perfect tomorrow.
Perhaps it’s all because of Clockwork’s answer to his questions of immortality.
Time stops for no one, not even Father Time himself.
The only other problem he faces with this is wondering if he’ll run out of time with Danny, or if Danny will run out of time with him.
