Danny couldn't possibly bare listening to this anymore. The idea of being married, especially at such a young age, was terrifying, and the fact that he had no choice in the matter was even worse. For his own protection, they said. For his own good, they told him. He understood their reasoning behind it, but that didn't mean he had to like it. In fact, he despised the idea of marrying someone he didn't love. Yet here he was, in the loft, waiting to meet his husband to be, watching the other's continue the meeting, pretending to listen himself, lost in his own deep thought.