AN: It's challenge time on Dreamwidth's fic_promptly which is why I am busy cranking out six drabbles a day. I have not abandoned Shells and will be returning to it shortly.
On another note, I am in the market for a beta if anyone wants to volunteer.
Thanks!
~ Pace is the trick
The Space Between
I don't know how or when Ivo figured it out, with Danny or with me. I can't imagine Danny told him. But he wouldn't have had to. Ivo's clever, he gets it on his own. Like me - he sussed it all out early on, he just never said anything to me about it.
Maybe it was Danny's reaction to his father's death. Maybe it was how he was in bed. They say adults molested as children have tell-tale signs. Did Danny withdraw during lovemaking? Did he cry? I used to drink myself into a stupor before sex with Ivo. It was the only way I could get through it. Ivo drank too but nowhere near as much as I did. He used to eye me quizzically when I stumbled downstairs hung over the next morning. But he never said a word.
Neither did he comment on my infidelity. At times I wished he had. At times I wished he would berate me, demand an explanation, force my hand. Would that have made it better or worse for us? I'm not sure. And I think that uncertainty was a risk he was unwilling to take.
So he wasn't at all oblivious to what was going on. He probably understood me better than I did back then. He simply felt it safer to let me muddle through on my own rather than make me choose.