"I trust you," Dan murmurs, which might not be the most comprehensive answer, but he's getting sleepy again despite himself, and it's the heart of the matter. "And I don't want to be anywhere else, ever."

There's more, that he's only getting an impression of, that he's barely remembering, that he thinks might be striking so many nerves; it's in the turning to drink, and what comes with that choice. It's nothing he wants to think about now, beyond a few pangs of sorrow, and he focuses instead on the warm, solid presence of Marcus.