It was 1:03 in the morning. Henley never got calls at one in the morning. Frowning, she reached over and grabbed her cell, opening it with a click without even looking at who it was.
"I'm sorry."
"Danny?" She sat bolt upright in her bed, causing it to shake slightly in the sudden disturbance. She had just seen him a few hours ago when they had their meeting, working out kinks for the show they would have for someone they didn't know. It was all because of the Eye. But he never called her unless it was an emergency.
"'M sorry." He repeated, a bit whinier than she was used to.
"What's going on? Is something happening?" She asked quickly, there was some rustling on the other end and her heart quickened.
"You were right." His voice slurred, and there was more rustling on his end of the phone, then a thump. "I'm sorryboutthe-" he began but stopped, he was still on the line.
"Are you drunk?"
"Maybe jus' alittle bit." He replied. Henley rubbed her eyes sleepily, regretting giving the other horsemen her number.
"Go home, Danny." She mumbled.
"I am home." He said back. "And I-have some things to-tell you." He said, his words a bit jumbled together. This would not end well.
"Danny-" but she was cut off by Danny shushing her. If he had been in the room she may have slapped him right then.
"I loveyou, you know. I always have. It was never Rebecca, it was always you. But I screwed it up as usual and now there's nothing-I-can do to change it. You always fit in those stupid doors and traps and you always looked good in those outfits and there's not a day that goes by where I don't regret doing what I did to you I'm sorry. I love you."
He said it all very quickly and Henley was wondering if he had done it all in one breath. She was shocked by what he said, of course, and the thought of him... But he was drunk, surely he didn't mean it?
"Danny-"
The line went dead.