"Just wanted you to know
My old friend
I swear I never meant for this
I never meant

Don't look at me that way
It was an honest mistake
Don't look at me that way
It was an honest mistake
An honest mistake"

- The Bravery ("An Honest Mistake")

Don tries his hardest to soothe her as she sobs. He feels amazingly small and helpless. He wonders where Danny is now. That son of a bitch, he thinks angrily. He has no idea what he has done. He has no clue how badly he has broken this woman. He probably thinks that he is guilt free, that his hands are clean of this mess. Love them then leave them, the old Messer way using the old Messer charm. He's more than likely sleeping soundly in his bed right now, Don thinks ruefully. Damn him, that asshole.

Not that Don minds being here consoling Lindsay, but he knows that he should not be the one holding her now. It should be Danny. Danny should be here, not him. Don knows that it is Danny's arms that she would prefer to be around her right now even though he is the reason for her tears.

Don has picked up the broken pieces left behind by Danny numerous times before. More times and more females than he can recall. But this one angers him the most. She does not deserve this, Don thinks. Not that any of them did. This pain. This anguish. This utter agony. He would not wish this upon his worst enemy. Don wants so badly to be able to take her away from this. He can't stand seeing her in this hell created by his best friend.

He thought that his friend would have been different with her. He had seen how doggedly Danny had pursued her. What? Now that he had her, she wasn't good enough for him? She didn't hold his interest? Because the thrill of the chase was over? If only that stupid prick would open his eyes and see what a wonderful person he had in front of him. If only…

It'll be okay, Don assures her. Everything will be all right. Let it out, Lindsay. Let it all out. I'm here for you. I always will be. He means to kiss the top of her head, but she lifts her head at the loud knock on her door. He accidentally kisses her on the lips instead. He doesn't mean for it to happen. No, he would never mean to kiss his best friend's girl. He pulls away bewildered, as though he has been shocked.

He tries to stammer an apology to her. He didn't… He never… He's so… He does not finish his sentence as her lips rest softly on his again, silencing him. I know, she whispers as he closes his eyes and she gently rests her forehead against his. He opens his eyes as they slowly pull apart when they hear her lock slowly click. I know, she says as the door opens.

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A/N - Not sure what was up with the muse today wanting to post multiple chapters, but hopefully you're enjoying it...?