You’ve been dead for weeks. [ Reminded, low, careful, tone round and warm as the hands over his chest, across the span of his shoulders. ] And we’re all changing. You are becoming something else.

[ Quentin’s body trusts Danny’s, but the way it shakes under the slick coolness of his clothes feels rotten. There is something not right with him. Something is sick. Quentin palms down his spine, inviting his weight down, let him hold it, he can hold it. ]

We can change together. You and me.