He no longer knew how to not love Danny. He didn't remember what that felt like. What existed between them was layered and multifaceted, steady as rock. He was consumed. There was no other word for it, the way the blue-eyed ex-merc made him feel. He could drown in the depths of Danny. It scared him shitless. He didn't want to be a substitute and he knew that would be his fate, if he let his best friend take them beyond the platonic.
Danny caused his mind to do impossible maths.
How could one plus one equal one?