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He was going to die.
He didn’t know how, or why, he was going to do this.
All he knew was that a triangle with a missing side isn’t a triangle; it’s one of those Newtonian bead things where the two disconnected dots bounce off of each other and generally bother the single dot that mutually connects them.
Maybe all they needed was that third line.
Even if it was dotted, or perforated, or only there on Tuesdays; he had to try, for Ethan. Ethan, who had too much and too many kinds of love for just one guy. Ethan, who was one half of a whole soul; and Danny needed to try to make peace with the other side.
Finding a time when Ethan was gone took some finesse, but watching computer activity timed with a graceful stakeout followed by sprinting to the elevator the second his boyfriend was out of sight; and he was on his way up to the penthouse.
Rocking back and forth on the heels and the balls of his feet, he started to imagine all the ways Aiden was going murder him. Eviscerate him. Dismember, disembowel, eat him alive and screaming; none of it seemed to settle the low rumble in his gut that had nothing to do with food or gastrointestinal issues.
It was just fate, trying to smack his bitch-ass out of something stupid.
As per his plan, he didn’t give himself time to think.
Just.
Stride up to the door, knock, and pull the person who opens it into a kiss. If it’s Aiden, explain that he doesn’t want to pull Ethan apart, that he wants to try to make things work for the other any way he can. If it’s Ethan, then play it off, and try again tomorrow.
So, that’s just what he did.
