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“Open the damn door, Sofia!” Danny called out, knocking on the door again. He wasn’t about to stop either. Not after the bullshit his ex-girlfriend had just pulled. He was furious and betrayed, but mostly, he was just really fucking angry at her. “If you can talk to the cops, you can sure as hell talk to me!” When the door was finally opened, revealing the girl he had spent the better part of two years with, Danny stretched his arms out. “You spoke against me to the cops? While there was a murderer going around? For something I didn’t do?!” Danny asked her, trying to keep his voice from rising and yelling at her. It was proving hard, but he had managed it so far, getting too angry would result in nothing but probably another arrest with so many eyes on him right now. 

It was almost 4:45 in the morning and Danny was walking around his family house only in a pair of low hanging sweats and a white tee, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He had just finished his call with Sofia as she drove to his house and once he knew she was parking her car, he had padded his way to the front. He wasn’t a stranger to being up this late. Between his own job - where time got away from him -, sleepless nights and nights like tonight with Sofia, it was common for him still be awake by the time the sun came. But tonight, he had rested his eyes in hopes of preparing himself for what was to come and was finding that waking up fully was a  bit harder than normal. They had a long night ahead of them. Sofia would most likely want to talk about his fight with Jordan. The thought made him rub at his bruised jaw and sore knuckles. They still hurt like a bitch. And Danny needed to tell her about Zada before she heard it elsewhere. The predication of how it would all go down already gave him a headache.

As he walked through his house, his eyes did a quick scan, making sure everything was in it’s place and the house looked presentable. Satisfied, he made it quickly to the front door, just as Sofia was walking up. Danny gave her a lopsided grin. 

If there were two words that often described Daniel Anderson they would probably be: impulsive and emotional. It wasn’t that he was a sappy person - no, but rather he felt first and acted rather than simmer and dwell. When he became angry, there was a dent in the nearest wall. When he felt betrayed, he went straight to confrontation. He blamed it on unhealed trauma from his past but he was working on it. 

However,  as he sat in his car and watched Jordan Hayes go into Sofia’s apartment last night - he almost lost it. 

Sofia and Danny were...complicated at best and often, it was an on/off again thing with them. They were off right now - but he had come here to talk tonight with Sofia because he had missed her.  Instead, he was met with an unholy sight. What pissed him off more was that Jordan seemed to be intoxicated, if his swayed walking or the way he had yelled for Sofia was any indication. The asshole was drunk and decided to bring that here?

And when Jordan never left, the more annoyed Danny got. 

It was bright in the morning, after a restless night, that Danny came back to Sofia’s and knocked rather angrily at the door. Part of him hoped the other man was still there, but it would probably be best if he wasn’t. He had no right  to be jealous- they weren’t together right now, but still. “Have fun last night?” It was the first thing he said to Sofia when the door finally opened, his gaze finding hers almost immediately.