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  • Rec 11

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    “You got a spare bedroom or something, right?”

    (or: Danny invites himself to John's apartment after the events of the movie. John fails to kick him out, for reasons he can't quite articulate.)

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    14 May 2024

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    In the aftermath of the police restructure and the shutdown of the pre-crime experiment, John finds himself somehow still employed and opening his door to the still-living pain-in-his-rear Danny Witwer. Danny invites himself into John’s apartment, permanently, and plays minder, life coach, boss, and homemaker over the following months. Swept up in a wave of confusion about the situation, John. Not only lets Danny take charge, but listens to him. He’s able to settle into a healthier version of his life: he gets therapy, overcomes his drug addiction, and gets used to coming home to someone who cares.

    Finally, he confronts Danny about the impromptu move, and Danny offers to leave. John, to his own confusion, refuses to kick Danny out. When Danny rewards him with their first kiss, the pieces fall into place and John realizes that he just might be in love with his fellow cop.

     

    Whatever his past sins, he was fairly sure that what he did not deserve was Danny Witwer all up in his business. Guy might be easy on the eyes, but he was hard on the nerves, and John didn’t need that in his life right now. Or ever.

    “Look, John,” Danny said, in his best ‘son of a preacher man’ voice, “you didn’t hurt anyone or mess up on the job or anything. But technically, you broke the law. Technically, you shouldn’t be out there wearing a badge, because you’re a criminal.”

    “I am not - ” John started, before he shut up.

    “You’re right, you’re not,” Danny said. “Right now, things are good. New job, nice apartment, good relationship with your ex-wife. Got some long overdue grief counseling. So what happens when things get less good? You gonna stay clean, John? Or are you gonna go for midnight runs in the Sprawl again, score yourself some clarity?”

    “You’re a prick,” John said.

    “I’ve been called worse,” Danny said. “So who’s cooking tonight?”
    ———————
    John should have kicked Danny out within the first day. Or at least the first week. For all his threats and big talk and fancy suit, Danny didn’t actually have any legal right to invite himself into John’s apartment. He didn’t even have a key card – John had to let him back in every damn time he went out.

    Or, well, he didn’t. Have to let Danny back in, that was. He did, though.
    ———————
    “You want to have a look at this case I’m working on? You’ve got clearance, right?”

    “That’s not really how clearance works,” Danny said.

    John waited.

    Danny sighed. “Sure, I’ll have a look, see if there’s anything you missed.”
    ———————
    “Could have found a new place of your own by now,” John said.

    “Could have,” Danny agreed. “Didn’t.”

    “So what do you think’s going to happen here?” John asked. “You live with me long enough and then … what?”

    “You tell me,” Danny said. He made it sound like a challenge, like he thought John already knew the answer and just didn’t want to admit it.