Las Vegas- Danny.
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She watched him as he joked with Mike and Ed, laughing at some stupid joke one of them had told. He glanced around, saw her watching him, and winked. She smiled back, and he turned away, looking slightly puzzled.
It was typical. The only man in Vegas she had ever loved, and the only one she couldn't have. Men flocked to her, all praising her good looks, her voice, her talents... But not Danny. He was the best friend, the little brother, sometimes even the older brother. But not the lover. He never allowed himself to get close enough for a real relationship. As she thought this, she felt a twinge of anger. She had thought, after that time in the lift... But she guessed not. He would never truly let himself get close to anyone, ever again.
She watched the way he held himself, apart from the others. Not so much that the casual observer would notice, but to her eye, it was obvious that he was not truly comfortable. The young man had seen so much, so many terrible thing, both with the Marines, and here, in Vegas. And he'd lost so many friends, so many people close to him... it hurt him everyday, and she couldn't see why no-one else saw that.
