He chuckled throatily, hands slipping around and splaying on Bill's back for a moment. Dan rested his forehead against the other man's, trying to calm himself down - easier said than done, but he was doing his best here. "Thank you," he said sincerely, and he meant that.
It was years of celibacy, and fear, and then being shoved back into emotions and feelings and not remembering how they worked or what to do (a fucking frog in boiling hot water, he just jumped right out) and he was probably doing a lot wrong, but if Bill was willing to be patient with him and let him figure some things out, then - maybe that would lead to something good. If he told him to fuck off, then Dan would understand that too - he was, after all, used to being alone.