WARNINGS: Story contains slash, incest, threesome (Becker/Ethan, Danny/Ethan, Danny/Ethan/Becker), explicit sex, language.

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Behind closed doors

The team waited as the anomaly shimmered; something was coming through. Becker's men raised their weapons, ready to shoot whatever it was.

"Hold fire!"

Becker watched as Danny Quinn stepped through the anomaly, looking almost the same as he had the last time Becker had seen him over a half a year earlier. He was still wearing that ragged red and white checked shirt, his hair long and tangled and tied at the nape of his neck with a rubber band that he had taken from the ARC the last time he'd been here. He was relieved to see him back again; he'd missed Danny, that brief reunion six months ago not nearly long enough for all he wanted to say and do. He was just about to move forward, to welcome him home, when the anomaly shimmered again.

The guns were trained back on Danny when Ethan Dobrowski stepped through after him.

"No! Becker, leave him alone," Danny said, immediately putting himself between the guns and Ethan.

The men looked to Becker, unsure of what to do. They had a shoot on sight order for Ethan if he ever turned up again, but if they tried, they'd probably hit Danny.

"Danny, get out of the way," Becker told him. "You know we have to take him in."

Danny shook his head. "I won't let you arrest him. He'll go voluntarily, I promise you that."

Ethan touched Danny's shoulder, making the other man turn. "Can't we just go home?"

"No. I wish we could, but we need to report in at the ARC. They're going to want to talk to you, too."

Becker watched the exchange between the two men and lowered his gun once more. The Ethan who had gone through that Anomaly wouldn't have though twice about attacking them and running, but this Ethan was different. That look in his eyes that had been present when he'd shot Becker with the EMD, and even before that, was gone. What the hell had happened to them over the last six months?

True to his word, Ethan followed him to the vehicles and got in beside Danny, behaving perfectly. The only time he got upset was when they tried to take him into custody after interviewing him. They couldn't exactly hand him over to the police and risk exposing every detail of the project and the anomalies, and Ethan himself presented an even bigger problem. Ethan Dobrowski didn't legally exist and, as Patrick, he had been missing long enough to be declared dead. Explaining Ethan to the police would be impossible.

"I won't let you keep him locked up here," Danny informed them, arms crossed and a stubborn look on his face. "He's coming with me; he's not a danger to anyone."

Lester looked unconvinced but seeing as it looked like he wouldn't be able to keep Ethan here without a fight he agreed reluctantly. Becker drove them to the flat that the ARC kept, where they could stay until they found something else. At the door, he took Danny aside.

"Do you really think he's not dangerous?"

"I trust him when he says he isn't."

Becker looked over at Ethan, hovering close by and pretending not to listen, and nodded. He'd take Danny's word for it.

He was just closing the door behind him when he happened to glance back. Ethan had gravitated back to Danny's side, a low conversation taking place between the two of them. When it looked as though Ethan was getting upset again, Danny smiled at him, touching the side of his face. Ethan leaned into the touch, his anger fading rapidly.

Becker closed the door quickly and quietly, feeling guilty for seeing what had looked like such an intimate gesture. It had looked like a touch that a lover would use, one Danny had used on him once or twice what seemed like an age ago.

Shaking his head he told himself to stop imagining things. Ethan was Patrick; it was just brotherly reassurance.

~.~.~.~.~.~

Danny's thumb stroked over Ethan's cheek, feeling the rough stubble there. His hair was long, too, from months spent living in a world without showers and razors, or barbers.

"You know what I want to do first?" he said. "Have a shower. Not that waterfalls don't get the job done, but I've been dreaming of a nice hot shower, with actual soap. And nice fluffy towels." Ethan looked up at him hopefully and Danny laughed. "Want to join me?"

Ethan beamed at him, tugging off his jacket as he headed for the bathroom. He carefully piled his clothes nearby in a pile with Danny's, an old habit that was hard to break: always keep your things where you can get to them quickly should you have to make a run for it.

Stepping under the shower's spray, Danny sighed happily. He'd forgotten just how good it felt to be able to wash in warm water. As he let the water cascade over his skin, Danny felt strong hands stroke down his arms. Ethan's body pressed to his back as he pressed a kiss to Danny's shoulder.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For not letting them take me. What you said, about me not hurting anyone," Ethan continued. "I won't. Not for them, though. For you."

Danny groaned as gentle fingers began to wash his hair, closing his eyes and just feeling. Ethan made him rinse off the suds before soapy hands began working their way over every inch of his body. He smiled as Ethan began to tread the fine line between washing and groping- not that he objected to the latter in the slightest- before returning the action. He loved the feel of Ethan's body under his hands, the muscle built up over years of survival, the scars that marred his skin a testament to his time in the past. The other man was so responsive, his touches making Ethan's eyes darken, a smile curving his lips.

He ran his hands down Ethan's back, lower, giving his arse a grope, before giving in to temptation and coming back around his hips. When he wrapped a soap-slicked hand around Ethan's cock, the other man pushed into his grip.

"Turn around," Danny said, releasing him. "Hands on the wall."

Ethan did as asked, placing his palms flat on the cool tiles and pushing back into Danny's hands as they swept over his arse once more. Danny trailed his fingertip over Ethan's hole, gently easing one sud-covered finger inside, working it slowly in and out.

"Are you ready for more?" he asked, not waiting for Ethan's answer before slipping a second finger in alongside the first, then a third.

Ethan pushed back against him, encouraging him to go deeper as low sounds escaped his mouth. Then Danny's fingers were gone, replaced by his cock pushing inside.

"Danny, please. Do it. Need you."

Danny obliged, fucking his brother hard and fast as the warm water cascaded over them.

~.~.~.~.~.~

In the week that followed, Becker watched them. He still couldn't get the scene from that first night out of his mind; he knew what he'd seen, even if his brain rebelled against believing it. Now that he was looking for it, however, he saw all of the small gestures and shared looks that would go unnoticed by anyone who didn't know what they were looking for. If he was being honest, he was actually a bit envious; he had harboured a vague hope that they could pick up where they had been a year and a half ago, but it seemed that Danny had moved on.

For the second time that day, Danny glanced up and caught Becker's eye. Becker looked away quickly but he knew that he had been caught out when Danny approached him, nodding his head in the direction of an empty office.

Danny closed the door behind them, leaning against it as he turned to Becker.

"What's wrong?"

Becker kept his expression neutral. "I don't know what you mean."

"Sure you don't. I've seen you watching us all morning, even before today," Danny told him. "I told you, Ethan isn't going to be a problem."

"I know. I took your word that he wouldn't."

Danny frowned. "Then what is it?"

Glancing longingly at the door, Becker wished for an anomaly alert. None came, however.

"The other night, as I was leaving," he began eventually. "I saw you. I thought I was mistaken but then seeing the two of you together..."

Danny shook his head. "Leave it, Becker."

"I don't understand-"

"I'm not asking you to understand," Danny cut in. "I'm just asking you to leave it alone."

As Danny opened the door to leave, Becker reached out, pushing it closed again.

"Quinn, I'm not judging, nor am I about to march out there and tell the others so we can run you two out of the ARC," he said. "To be honest, I'm curious. I'm even a bit jealous; I missed you. I just want to understand. And I think that you might need someone you can talk to."

Danny sighed. "Maybe. But not now and not here." Becker nodded, not pressing the issue, and let Danny open the door. Just before he went back out, he smiled briefly at Becker. "I missed you too."

As soon as he was back outside, Ethan appeared at his side, casting curious looks at Becker. He eyed the former soldier in that quiet, assessing way as though trying to work out if he'd upset Danny in any way, deciding if he needed to fight back. Danny touched his arm briefly to get his attention.

"It's okay. We needed to have a chat, that's all."

He started to steer Ethan toward the staff room, pausing when the black-clad man with an EMD followed. Lester had informed him that Ethan would be under armed guard every minute that he was in the ARC, despite their protests, which meant that where Ethan went, his shadow followed. His brother couldn't even go to the bathroom without someone standing guard and it was getting on his nerves. He had no idea how Ethan was tolerating it; if it had been him he would have told the guard where to stuff his EMD before now. He was just about to tell the man to piss off when Becker stepped up.

"John, I'll take over from here if you like." The guard looked dubious at contradicting a direct order from Lester but Becker was his superior too. If he said it was alright then it must me.

Nodding, he backed away, passing his EMD to Becker. As soon as he was out of sight, Becker disarmed the thing and stuffed it into his jacket pocket.

"I thought you might want a break from having an armed escort."

"So you're going not going to follow me around either?"

But he couldn't do that. He still had to stay with them, but he could be a whole lot less obtrusive than the former guard had been.

"Becker? Can we get out of here?" Danny asked, seeing another of the techs veer around Ethan with fear in her eyes. "If there's an alert we can come back."

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In the flat, Becker could see them both relax. Ethan had been constantly glaring at everyone who looked at him strangely back at the ARC, the tension clear in him, but now he looked calmer. Danny hadn't been quite as bad, but Becker had seen his annoyance at the armed guard and at people's reactions to his brother.

"So, you wanted to know about us," Danny began, handing out mugs of tea and sitting down beside Ethan.

Becker nodded. "Like I said, I'm not going to judge you, I just can't get my head around it. I mean, he's your brother. He's Patrick."

"No, he's not. The Patrick that I knew died a long time ago," Danny told him. "We've still got the connection we always had but it's different. We didn't plan any of this, but in that place everything changed. We changed."

~.~.~.~.~.~

67 million years ago.

By the time that he caught up with his brother, the anomaly had closed. He was trapped here, again, only this time he wasn't alone. It took him three days to track Patrick down, only managing to catch up with him because he'd been injured by some of the local wildlife.

When Danny had tried to help him, he'd been pushed away, but he had persevered. He managed to get Patrick into a nearby cave that he'd already checked for creatures, getting him into safety and then making sure the wound on his thigh wasn't infected. It would be fine given time, he thought as he used his belt to fasten a makeshift dressing around it.

Patrick was another matter.

"I didn't ask you to follow me," he said. It was the first thing he'd said since telling Danny he didn't want his help the day before. "Just leave me; I don't want to go back."

"I can't go, and neither can you," Danny informed him. "The anomaly closed just after I came through. I'm stuck here just like you, Patrick."

"Don't call me that. My name is Ethan."

And with that, he went back to ignoring Danny.

His leg healed, making it easier for him to get around even if there wasn't anywhere to go, and to Danny's surprise he actually stayed close. He would wander away for a day or so before coming back. He always came back.

"Where were you?" he asked one evening, the light from the fire at the cave entrance casting a flickering orange glow over them both. "I heard them say you'd been missing."

Danny told him about their chase through time to stop Helen Cutter from wiping mankind from the evolutionary map, about his time in the past, alone. For the first time, he actually saw sympathy in his brother's eyes, an understanding. Of course, one year was no comparison to fourteen.

As the temperature dropped, Danny threw more wood onto the fire before curling up at the back of the cave to try and sleep. He pulled his shirt around himself, wishing he had thought to bring supplies before jumping through the anomaly. He felt something being draped over him and looked over in surprise to see Patrick- no, Ethan- lay down silently next to him, covering them both with his coat.

Weeks passed, every day a repeat of the one previous: wake up, rebuild the fire, hunt for food, sleep. It had been the same for 43 days; Danny had been keeping a tally on the wall of the cave. They kept a close watch for any signs of anomalies re-opening or predators, but none of them came near the fire if they had seen the two men. Ethan had taken to curling up close to Danny, both of them under the coat for warmth, never saying a word, just covering them both.

Then one morning, Danny awoke on his back, Ethan's body draped over his with the other man's arms around him. His face was nestled into the crook of Danny's neck and one knee in between Danny's. He stirred slightly in his sleep, arms tightening as he pressed his hips forward. A jolt of want and need shot through Danny's body at the feel of that hard cock brushed against his, the denim barriers separating them only adding to the friction.

He's just dreaming, Danny told himself. Just move away and he'll stop soon. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't want to, and that was the thought that made him get up quickly.

"Danny?"

When he looked back at his brother the only thing he could think of was how good it had felt having that body against his. He was going crazy here; he had needs like every other person on the planet, and he was just focusing on Ethan because he was the only other person here.

That explanation made his thoughts calm down a bit, enough that he went back to bed, careful to keep a distance between them this time.

"Why won't you touch me?" Ethan asked a couple of days later as Danny edged away from him once more. "Do I really disgust you that much?"

"No, you don't. It's not that," Danny assured him, making sure that the next night, he didn't push Ethan away.

He had ceased to be Patrick in his mind some time ago; the kid he'd known was long gone, barely recognisable in the man he saw now. So much had changed in him that he was almost like a stranger if not for the bond he still felt. It was the same one he'd felt when they were kids, a link between them that couldn't be broken, the same thing that had kept him believing that his brother was alive all those years after everyone else had given up.

The next time that he awoke with Ethan wrapped around him, Danny didn't push him away. He wouldn't risk losing his brother again, not after the progress they'd made recently. And he didn't want to; as much as he told himself that he shouldn't, he liked the feel of Ethan in his arms, of that strong body pressed against his.

'Danny.'

It was the barest whisper but he heard it loud and clear, the sound his name coming from Ethan's lips as he pressed closer going straight to Danny's cock. He had to wake Ethan before this got out of hand.

He shook Ethan gently, stirring him, but he wasn't prepared for those big brown eyes looking right into his, a smile quirking Ethan's lips moments before he kissed him. At first, Danny was too stunned to do anything but kiss him back but then his brain kicked in and he pulled away.

"No. We can't."

Ethan just looked at him. "Why?"

"Because it's illegal, for starters."

"Why? I know you want me, Danny," he said, reaching a hand between them to palm Danny's erection through his jeans. "I want you too; I dream about you every night. I'll do whatever you want."

Those words stopped Danny. What kind of life had Ethan been living where his first method of persuasion was to offer himself as some kind of plaything?

"I won't use you like that," Danny told him. "Even if we could do this, which we can't. You're my baby brother."

Ethan got to his feet. "So you don't want me? You're lying to yourself," he said, storming out of the cave without a backward glance.

He didn't come back for three days. Danny caught sight of him once or twice as he went out looking for him but the moment he got close, the other man had vanished again. In defeat, Danny returned to the cave each night, hoping that Ethan would come back on his own.

'You're lying to yourself.' Those words echoed through his mind. He was. No matter what he'd said, he had wanted to let Ethan continue. This wasn't some desperate attempt at getting laid just because they were stranded here and Ethan was the only other person; he wanted Ethan. The last time he'd seen him he was a skinny kid but now… He'd grown up into an attractive man, one who seemed so unlike the kid he'd left behind. And, if he was being perfectly honest, the kind of bloke he always looked for if he was out in a bar.

"Idiot," he told himself. He was stuck in the past with the person he wanted to be with and he was still letting twenty first century society's rules and taboos dictate to him. Now, he might possibly have driven Ethan away for good by rejecting him. "You're a moron, Quinn."

"Glad to know we agree on that."

Danny turned to see Ethan standing in the cave entrance, still looking hurt but at least he didn't look like he wanted to strangle Danny any more.

"I'm sorry; you were right."

Ethan frowned at him. "So…?"

"I did want you. I still do," Danny told him. "But no more of that 'I'll do whatever you want'. This has to be equal. You and me."

"Just like when we were kids; you and me against the world," Ethan agreed.

The moment he said it, the little niggling voice in the back of his mind started up again but he ignored it, accepting the kiss that Ethan offered. This time, he didn't pull away when Ethan's arms slipped around his waist, drawing him in closer.

It went no further than that kiss on the first night, both of them laying together in the back of the cave, trying to get some sleep. Ethan curled himself around Danny as usual, settling almost instantly.

The following morning, Danny awoke to the feel of a hot mouth on the side of his neck and a hand unbuckling his trousers. Keeping his eyes closed, he pretended to still be asleep, wondering how far Ethan would take this. The hand reached inside his boxers and wrapped around his cock, stroking along his length in one smooth move. He felt warm breath on his cheek, then a teasing voice.

"I know you're awake."

Danny opened his eyes and found Ethan's face inches from his, the other man watching him with an amused expression. His breath caught as Ethan continued to stroke him, enough to make him want more but not as much as he'd like. Then the hand was gone. Ethan kept eye contact as he backed off, sitting straddling Danny's ankles.

"This is how I was going to wake you up," Ethan announced before bending to take Danny's cock into his mouth.

"Oh fuck…"

That was quite a way to be woken up, Danny thought, eyes closing as he savoured the feel of that talented mouth on him. He felt a brief flash of jealousy as he wondered where on earth his brother had got to be so damn good at it, but he squashed it down. It didn't matter; Ethan was his now.

Ethan used his tongue and mouth to drive Danny crazy, pulling back each time Danny was close and then swallowing him down again. Eventually he stopped teasing, giving Danny what he wanted, his hands on Danny's hips, holding him in place as Danny came.

Sitting back up, licking his lips, Ethan tucked Danny back into his jeans and crawled back up his body to sit beside him.

"I found something yesterday," he said. "Get up and I'll show you."

Danny just looked at him; he couldn't even be bothered to move, not after that, and Ethan wanted to take him somewhere? He was just too content here. Then he saw the excited look on his brother's face and dragged himself up into a sitting position.

Danny followed him out of the cave ten minutes later, wondering where they were going. Ethan wouldn't tell him, saying it was a surprise and just leading him on over a seemingly endless distance. It was getting hot now, the mid day sun right overhead and Danny was just about to ask where they were going again when he heard it. He rounded the rock face to find a find a high waterfall spilling into a clear pool down below.

"I thought you might like this," he said smiling. "There are no predators; they don't climb around the rocks, just drink from it when it gets downstream instead."

It would have made a lovely picture postcard, Danny thought, looking around. The waterfall and pool were almost completely surrounded by rocky cliffs, fairly easy for a human to navigate but anything larger and less sure-footed would have trouble. When he looked more closely, he saw fish swimming about in the pool. Now that would be nice; fish for dinner one night rather than flame-cooked rodent.

When he looked around next, Ethan was gone. There was a pile of clothes near to the edge of the water. Danny almost forgot to breathe when he saw Ethan standing under the edge of the waterfall, using the cascade like a shower. He swept his dark hair back, eyes closed. Every time he reached up, the muscles in his back flexed. Danny couldn't tear his gaze away. He hadn't seen Ethan completely naked before; they had been going to the stream to wash but usually one at a time, one keeping lookout. The man was captivating: pale skin, lean body and damn he had a nice arse. When he turned a little more, Danny saw the smattering of dark hair across his chest and let his eyes rove lower, over Ethan's flat belly to his cock, nestled among the dark curls.

"Are you coming in? Danny?"

Danny's attention focussed at the sound of his name and he caught sight of the smug smirk on Ethan's face. Busted. Well, it wasn't his fault that Ethan was just so distracting, he thought, feeling a blush rising across his cheeks.

Stripping off, he piled his clothes next to Ethan's, close to the edge in case they were needed, and went to join him.

"I can't believe we didn't find this place earlier," Danny mused, letting the water wash over him.

They had been trying to stay near to the anomaly site, just in case it re-opened and hadn't really ventured far this way at all. From near to the cave, all they could see in this direction was cliffs and hills; it didn't appear very accessible.

"What made you come looking for this?" he asked.

Ethan looked rather sheepish as he admitted, "I was pissed at you so I started walking. I wasn't looking for it; this just seemed as good a direction as any."

Danny pulled him into his arms, kissing him softly. Though he never said it, he knew that Ethan had intended to just keep walking, to get away from him. He was glad for whatever had made him change his mind.

After getting clean under the water, they went back to the flat rocks where they had left their clothes and stretched out in the sun, letting it dry their skin. As the warm rays beat down on them, Ethan shifted to look at Danny.

"Did you have a boyfriend?" he asked. "Before you got stuck through the gateway."

Ah, it had to be that question, didn't it? Danny thought about lying for a moment, but reconsidered. Ethan would just be mad when he found out.

"Kind of. Me and Becker… it was started as the two of us using sex as stress-relief," he explained. "We're mates who happened to end up in bed on a regular basis. Thinking back, it was probably closer to a relationship than I'd managed before. Not that we ever called it that at the time."

He could see Ethan thinking. "Becker? He's the bloke in black with the gun?" Danny nodded. "You and him? But he was such a dick!"

Danny shook his head. "He's a good bloke. I reckon the two of you would get along; you're more similar than you think."

"Yeah, right."

"See, this is why I never told you before," Danny pointed out. "It's not like I didn't have a life before all this. I don't expect you to have lived like a monk, either."

"Well how am I meant to compete with him?" Ethan asked. "I mean, I saw him- Mr pretty-boy, with his posh accent and poncy hair and his stupid little tight t-shirts."

Danny smiled, thinking that Ethan looked damn cute when he pouted. "There's nothing to compete with; I haven't even see Becker for longer than five minutes in over a year. And besides, have you looked in a mirror lately? Believe me, there's no competition."

Ethan looked at him suspiciously. "So if he offered it, you wouldn't want him back again?"

"Well, maybe if I could have both of you…" He laughed at the flash of interest in Ethan's eyes at that thought. "You're telling me that you wouldn't?"

"No- okay, fine, he is kind of nice to look at," Ethan admitted. "And if he was naked and waiting in my bed, then yes." He stretched, now dry from the warm sun, and moved to straddle Danny's hips. "Now, tell me what you liked him to do to you."

Danny propped himself up on his elbows, leaning up to lick a line up Ethan's chest.

"You're a kinky little sod, aren't you?"

Ethan just grinned.

~.~.~.~.~.~

Becker stared at the pair of them as Danny talked. He wasn't sure what to think, apart from a deep-down curiosity that had him picturing the pair of them together. As soon as he acknowledged that thought he looked away quickly, avoiding eye contact with either of them.

"I can see that you're uncomfortable with this," Danny told him, his voice interrupting Becker's train of thought.

"I'm not," he insisted.

Ethan was studying him quietly in a way that made Becker feel like a mouse being watched by a hungry cat. Then he smiled and leaned closer to Danny to whisper, not quietly enough that Becker wouldn't hear it, though.

"I don't think me and you is the reason he's looking nervous. He's fine with it. In fact, I reckon he's trying to picture us fucking."

Becker just knew his face was turning red even as he tried to will himself to stop blushing. He glared at Ethan; he should have shot him when he had the chance. The other man was just trying to embarrass him, even if he was correct he didn't have to point it out.

Danny turned to him with that same assessing look. "I reckon you're right. Well, well, well, who knew that Becker had a thing for brothers?"

Becker repeated his prayer for the floor to open up beneath his feet with renewed urgency. Now that the thought was in his head he couldn't get rid of it and they both knew it.

"Maybe I should go," he said, getting up, but Ethan stopped him.

Becker looked down at the hand on his arm suspiciously; he'd had too many run-ins with the old Ethan not to be worried.

"Sorry; I shouldn't have teased you. We don't want you to leave," Danny told him, coming to stand beside Ethan, blocking Becker's path to the door. The two of them shared a look. "Quite the opposite in fact."

"What?"

Danny smiled. "Don't play stupid, Hils," he said, seeing Becker react to the old nickname they'd only ever used in private. "I think you know exactly what I mean."

Becker looked between them. "What exactly are you offering?" he asked. He needed to be sure before he even allowed himself to consider it.

"Whatever you want," Ethan replied. "You can just watch if that's what you want, or you can join us."

He was still waiting for the punchline. "Why? If you're just screwing with me-"

"We're not. Look, Ethan knows all about us from before I left, just as you and I both know that no matter what we told ourselves back then it was a lot more than just fuck-buddies," Danny told him. "To be honest, I miss the way it was before. I want that again, but now it's the two of us."

Ethan smiled sadly. "You don't like me, do you? Look, I'm sorry that I shot you; you tried to stop me and I panicked. I couldn't let you get a hold of me and throw me in a prison cell. You have to believe me that I'm not going to do anything like that again."

"And you're okay with what your brother is offering?"

"So that's what's bothering you. You think he pushed me into this?" Ethan moved closer, reaching up slowly to cup Becker's face with his hands before kissing him. For a moment, Becker didn't react and Ethan wondered if they really had got this all wrong. Then he relaxed under Ethan's hands, the tension vanishing as his lips parted, kissing Ethan back for all he was worth.

"Does that answer your question?" Ethan asked when he pulled away a short time later.

Danny stepped up to them both, laying a hand on Becker's arm to get his attention.

"Look, Hils, I know you don't do casual. Even when we told ourselves we were just playing, I know you never saw anyone else. If you want it, we're offering you it all."

Becker was still trying to wrap his mind around it, still trying to get over the fact that despite all the shit that Ethan had done, he wanted him. He should be arresting him but instead he just wanted to run his fingers through that dark curly hair, pull him close, and kiss him again.

"I need therapy," he mumbled to himself.

Danny laughed. "I just spent nearly a year and a half a few million years in the past, we chase dinosaurs for a living, and I'm sleeping with my brother," he pointed out. "We all need therapy."

Becker had to concede that when he put it like that, Danny was right. Compared to him, Becker was the normal one.

"Yes."

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To be continued