Danny sits back on the edge of his desk, trying to even out his breathing, and it's a shame Matt can't witness the entirely too fond expression he has while watching him-- though his heart, as always, betrays him with that racing little flip-flop that only he causes.

He gives him a moment before reaching to pull him forward again, just up to adjust his collar and run his thumb across Matt's lower lip, it's a little swollen but not as bruised as he's left it before.

"I can call us a car."