I love writing angsty fic, so I’m sure more will come sooner rather than later. Thank you kindly for the compliment.
How about this though for where Danny was as he watched Cliff carry away his most prized possession?:
Danny Castellano is the kind of happy that he didn’t think would ever happen to him again. He’s the kind of happy that feels like you’re about to spin off the planet out into the cosmos and you wouldn’t even care. Every minute of the day that he used to spend hoping maybe she could want or need him the way he wants and needs her he now spends knowing that she’ll be back in his arms as soon as she can possibly get to him. She’s absolutely, positively permeating every aspect of his life and he loves it.
But he’s afraid of it too. When he let himself be this happy before, the fracturing of that relationship almost shattered him too. There are nights where he stares into the dark and listens to her breathe and feels like he’s about to spin off the planet; he’s just so terrified that it could be over in the blink of an eye. So he draws these stupid lines, like they could possibly give him some modicum of control over his life. Don’t leave your things here, don’t even try to get to know my mom ‘cause she’ll hate you.
He pushes and waits for the push back, the little sign that she wants to fight for this. Instead she makes a face he doesn’t really understand and walks away again, and when the door shuts behind her he feels even more empty and adrift.
Then. Then. Cliff Gilbert looks around Danny’s pristine, Mindyless apartment and says there’s no sign of her here.
It’s such a foolish thing to say. When Danny looks around he sees her everywhere - sleeping on his sofa with a bowl of melting ice cream in her hand, tinkering on his piano wearing nothing but panties and one of his tees, trying awkwardly to do yoga in front of the TV (which isn’t even on a yoga programme, she’s watching House Hunters International) and… Danny knows that he’s the fool here, not Cliff. It shouldn’t have taken this long for him to figure this out.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
It is so fucking stupid that it took someone outside of their relationship to show him what it really looked like, but if loving Mindy Lahiri has taught him anything at all, it’s that being the best version of yourself isn’t about being perfect, it’s about being willing to try again.
So he tries again.