[danger, danger, and koby's pulling his presence back, the flicker of his consciousness not so much recoiling as -- reacting, a flare of heat to sear back the lingering oily cling of danny johnson, like too-still water, like dark things teeming and swirling when even the stars go out. then a withdraw, slow, slow, back to the surface, back where koby can skim off the tippy-top thoughts like flotsam in a net.]
Only if I'm paying attention. I'm not, usually.
[but he thinks: his open mouth, his bare body in polaroids, before everything, before he knew better. he thinks: eddie's hands on him, on danny, touch-by-proxy, and the curious sharp part of him probes back, knife-edged, into danny's thoughts.]
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Only if I'm paying attention.
I'm not, usually.
[but he thinks: his open mouth, his bare body in polaroids, before everything, before he knew better. he thinks: eddie's hands on him, on danny, touch-by-proxy, and the curious sharp part of him probes back, knife-edged, into danny's thoughts.]
You aren't.