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It wasn’t fair to expect Eliot to do that.
“I have to go,” Eliot said, grabbing his ever-present shoulder bag from the floor.
Danny opened his mouth to tell him to stop, wait, they could talk about this, he didn’t have to leave… but none of the words would come out. All he could do was stare after him, watching him hurry down the hall and disappear.
He stood there as the front door slammed shut, as the sound of Eliot starting his car broke the otherwise perfect silence of the night.
Finally, he sat back down on the couch, still reeling from the shock of the last few minutes.
How the hell was he going to fix this?
