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He listened to Connor speak, Lester respond, and it all felt out of place, as though none of this were real. As though he’d wake up and be stuck back in the Rift Valley with Tim the orphan hominid, scrounging up whatever food he could find. The mechanical beeping of the ARC, the voices that spoke without warning – everything made him tense. Leaning against Lester’s doorframe, hardly able to stand on his own two feet, he tried not to let it show.
He watched Becker when he thought nobody was looking. The copper in him searched his face for any sign of anything, wondered what he was thinking, who he was with – if he had, indeed, found somebody else. Not that it mattered, not that what they’d had was anything more than a physical thing.
That was what Danny had forced himself to believe over the past twelve months, because it was easier than adding one more thing to the list of things he’d left behind.
”The way I see it,” He said when the room had gone silent again, ”I deserve a dinner I don’t have to forage for.” he raised his eyebrows meaningfully, not letting the truth of that statement get to him.
He’d let them take the company flat, because he knew that there wasn’t anywhere for them to go – and they were two people instead of one. Not that he had a flat to go back to, but one person secretly making their home in the ARC was better than two, wasn’t it?