#arguably its been *checks notes* um maybe a year... since danny had a terrible no good (very good) cry so... qho am i defending myself to?

[surelysilly]

me, writing Danny: you weren't supposed to cry this arc, i swear on my life i didn't mean to make you cry again so soon —

this chapter (danny), holding me by the throat: likely story

“J-Jasper,” he croaks, and the attention is electrifying even though he can’t see it. “Jasper, go away.” That must hurt. Danny doesn’t want it to, but he needs Jasper to not be here right now. There’s some movement, a meow. “... Okay. I’ll just… let me know when I can come back.” Footsteps recede, a long one, two, three. That’s as long as Danny can hold it in — the first sob breaks free on a gasp, and Vlad’s alarm is a dull jab to the ribs.  A hand brushes his shoulder. “Danny — “ “Don’t,” he rasps sharply, the touch making his skin crawl, and huddles down harder on the couch. “Don’t.”