For Daniel 4-20
I didn't vist anyone outside of New Atlantis with any regularity anymore, but there were a few who I considered friends and went to see them from time to time. One, in particular, I had made my way to see only to find his home stripped bare. Almost bare. His boat was gone, too. I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about that, and I don't think I will know for a while. Han was wonderful and I'm not sure any film could do justice to just the sort of man he is. Was.
Damn.
It was dark before I got back to my hut and the last thing I wanted was to be alone. That had been the point of going to Han's in the first place. Rather than go to my own door, I went to Daniel's. Without bothering with sily conventions like knocking, I walked in and climbed into his bed. He wasn't there, but it wouldn't be the first time he found me waiting in his bed, and it honestly wouldn't be the last.
Damn.
It was dark before I got back to my hut and the last thing I wanted was to be alone. That had been the point of going to Han's in the first place. Rather than go to my own door, I went to Daniel's. Without bothering with sily conventions like knocking, I walked in and climbed into his bed. He wasn't there, but it wouldn't be the first time he found me waiting in his bed, and it honestly wouldn't be the last.