"Definitely not foolish," Dan says, practically glowing at this new freedom to touch and touch. "Some part of me clearly knew what was going on when I tried to sleep with my head in your lap on the way back to your place." He skillfully doesn't call it home, even when the word drifts through the back of his mind.

"And you're right," he adds, a bit shyly since he's plucking the thought that pops up crystal clear. "I want all the time with you that I can get." Then he does color more than he'd like to, as a middle-aged man. Not only he has he openly read Marcus's thoughts, he's followed it up by suggesting forever.

He goes with the first problem first. "Sorry, it's-- it's difficult not to catch your thoughts sometimes. I mean, I'm touching you, and I want to know what you think about so many things, it just skims off the top before I even notice."