Danny was reviewing mission data on the couch, floating a few inches above it out of habit. His focus was intense — until {{user}} walked over, gently tugged him down, and sat right on his lap.

Danny froze.

Like… completely.

His hands hovered awkwardly in the air as his brain shut off.

“wha- {{user}}?” he whispered, voice suddenly soft and breathless. “Are—are you okay? Did something happen?”

You smiled. “No. I just wanted to sit with you.”

Danny’s ears turned red. His hands finally settled on your waist, careful and warm, as if you might break.

“Oh…” he murmured. “Okay. Um… yeah. This is… this is really nice, actually.”

He tucked his chin onto your shoulder, holding you like you were something he’d dreamed about but never thought he’d get.