Well, the middle of the suburbs, anyway, where people tended to own cars.
“Stay the night,” Danny said suddenly. Eliot looked up at him automatically, not sure if he was serious.
“I can’t inconvenience you like that…” he trailed off.
“What inconvenience? The bed’s huge, and I don’t take up that much space. Besides, night of passion, remember? That’ll play better if you’re still here in the morning.”
Eliot wet his lips, considering. Danny was right, and he was exhausted. He really didn’t want to have to walk to the bus stop in an unfamiliar neighborhood at this time of night. It might have been a nice neighborhood, but that didn’t necessarily make it safe.
He wasn’t so sure he felt the need to sleep in the same bed as Danny, but now that the offer had been made, it felt rude to refuse. Besides, they were grown adults who could share a bed without it being weird.
There was probably a guest room, but it also probably wasn’t made up, and given the choice between having to make a bed, sleeping on the couch, and sharing an already-made bed, Eliot was always going to go for the last option.
A part of Eliot also didn’t want to leave him like this. Whatever else they were, he thought of Danny as his friend. Maybe the only friend he had. Leaving him alone and in pain seemed cruel.
“Okay,” Eliot agreed. “But if you get handsy, I’m gonna break your fingers.”
“I believe that,” Danny said. “So I promise I won’t.”
“Good. Eat your sandwiches.” Eliot pushed the plate over to Danny, sitting down beside him on the couch.
It wouldn’t hurt to stay the night. It would even make their relationship look more realistic. This had worked out better than they’d planned, aggravated injury aside.
