Mac took a look around his apartment, trying to ignore the two men looking at him nervously from the door.
"Anything?" Adam eventually asked. Mac looked back at them, a mix of apology and frustration in his expression.
"Nothing," He sighed.
"It's alright," Danny spoke, stepping into the room. "You don't spend a whole lot of time here."
"That's right," Adam offered. "You practically live at the lab." Danny was still moving as Adam talked, and now he was standing right next to Mac.
"You should get some rest," Danny spoke softly, and Mac had to suppress the shiver that ran through him. "We'll go into work tomorrow and see if that helps anything." Mac didn't know what to say, so he just nodded. Adam took this as his cue, and he turned to Danny.
"I'll see you tomorrow," He said just as quietly before letting himself out. Mac studied Danny while the younger man was watching Adam leave. The worry Danny was feeling was not well concealed; Mac could tell from his body language what his face wouldn't show.
"You don't have to stay," Mac spoke, and Danny immediately turned to look at him. "If you've got someplace else to be." Surprisingly, Danny gave a soft smile.
"Got nowhere else to be," He replied; moving past Mac, further into the room.
"Don't you have to check in at work?" Mac wasn't sure if it was the concussion that caused the confusion.
"Right now my job is taking care of you." The reply was simple and brooked no arguments. Mac was surprised at how good that made him feel, but he just nodded and continued to look around the room; hoping to jog a memory. Danny left him to it; going into the kitchen. Mac's brow creased when he realised all he could feel was that warm glow he'd gotten when Danny had spoken to him. It was strange, but Mac felt like having Danny this close was as natural as breathing. The thought flickered across his mind, that maybe Danny wasn't giving him the whole story about their relationship. With a sigh, Mac closed his eyes; pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You alright?" Mac looked up to see Danny looking worriedly at him. He was about to answer that he was fine, when a sudden rush of memory tore through him.
Mac watched Danny walk away; the tension in his stride caused Mac's heart to clench. He wished he didn't have to be so hard on the younger man. Danny looked back shortly, and the hurt in his eyes almost made Mac march over and hug him, but he held firm. Trying to touch Danny now would be more likely to earn him a right hook than gratitude.
"Mac?" Danny's voice was laced with worry, and Mac looked up at him. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah," Mac replied shortly; still too unsure about his memories to share them. "Just a headache." Danny looked suspicious for a second, but slowly nodded.
"Alright, I'm gonna make some tea; it'll help you to rest." Mac smiled weakly as Danny went back to the kitchen. Moving over to the couch, Mac sat down heavily; resting his head in his hands. A moment passed, before Danny walked back in with two cups in his hands. He placed them both on the coffee table and turned to stand in front of Mac.
"Mac?" Taking a deep breath, Mac looked up at Danny. The scent that assaulted his nose sparked more memories, and he had to close his eyes.
Mac heart sank as he watched Danny cry in front of him. The normally so strong man crumpled in on himself; offering no resistance as Mac pulled him in and held him tight. Mac remained silent; he had no words to offer but hoped the embrace was enough. They stood like that, outside the busy hospital, until Danny had no more tears left.
Mac gasped; opening his eyes. His hands were clenched in fabric, and it took a moment for him to realise he'd pulled Danny to him. The younger man wasn't resisting, but he wasn't touching Mac back either. It was this more than anything that made Mac let go.
"Sorry," He mumbled.
"It's alright," Danny countered easily, sitting himself next to Mac. "What was it?" Mac sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"I'm not sure. We were at a hospital… you were so upset…" Mac sighed again. Wishing he knew the rest of the details.
"Louie," Danny nodded jerkily; obviously still upset by the memory. "He's my brother; he got beat up a while back. They put him in the hospital. You were there for me when nobody else was." Danny offered Mac a weak smile. Mac didn't know what to say, so he just nodded. The fact that touching Danny felt so familiar sparked something inside Mac, but he was still too unsure to bring it up. Danny was the only person he felt close to right now and, illogical as it might be, he was afraid to lose that. Picking up his tea, Mac sipped at it slowly before putting it back on the table.
"I don't think I like tea," Mac offered. Danny smiled.
"I've never seen you drink it, so that might be true." Mac nodded but remained silent. He didn't know what to say. Danny saved him from trying. "So how're you feeling?" He asked, studying Mac's face intently. Mac took a deep breath and sighed.
"Confused," He admitted. "I'm getting flashes of memory, and little feelings. Things aren't really adding up right now."
"It may take awhile," Danny offered. "Going to the lab could help." Mac was again at a loss, and Danny compensated easily. "You should get some sleep. I volunteered to stay here tonight; the doctors don't want you to be left alone."
"Ok…" Mac trailed off; looking around the room. "Do I have a guest room, or…?" Danny nodded and stood.
"Yeah, I know where it is. I'll get you settled in your own room, then I can set it up myself." Mac felt a little uncomfortable letting Danny take care of him like this, but there was nothing he could do. Standing next to Danny, Mac tried his best to smile. Danny's soft laugh was unexpected.
"Mac, you don't have to put on a brave face around me. I know how unsettling this must be for you." Gratitude washed over Mac, and he let the smile drop. Fatigue and confusion took over his expression, and Danny didn't say anything; he simply walked towards the bedrooms, letting Mac follow in his own time.