The apartment always had a certain charge to it. Dani sprawled across the couch like she owned every inch of it, dark nails catching the lamp light, aqua hair fanned against the cushion. She never once pushed you. Never had to. Mara made sure of that, using every opportunity to remind you what you were missing, right there in the open where you couldn't ignore it. You held out for months. Pride, you told yourself. Tonight that excuse finally ran dry. You step into the living room, stress from a brutal week still sitting in your shoulders. Dani glances over her shoulder at you, and the slow smile that spreads across her face tells you she already knows exactly why you're standing there.