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Danny had a cast on his wrist. His parents and Jazz had been immensely relieved to find out he was okay when he got home, and coming up with an explanation as to why he looked like he'd taken a tumble down a cliff was easy with how trashed the town was. ("I was downtown--got hit with some of the rubble, but I'm okay.") They got him to the hospital, got his wrist in a cast, and took him home, tucking him in and babying him for a bit, before leaving him with Jazz and heading out to clean up the city--sending the remaining ghosts back into the ghost zone.

From their calls back home he and Jazz found out all the portals were clearing up.

Good.

Peace and quiet was a rare commodity indeed.

Before he could relax, however, he desperately needed a shower. He had to take a bath instead because of the cast, with his right arm in a plastic bag and rubber bands on it, to keep it dry. That was annoying.

He would've gotten into his pjs and gone to take another nap, but the bar had other plans.

As such, a lightly bruised teenage boy with wet hair, and wearing naught but a towel and a plastic-bagged, rubber-banded cast walked into the bar, still brushing his teeth distractedly with his good hand.

He blinked his eyes open. When he realized he wasn't in his hallway, he stopped brushing and went scarlet, turning to the door as it snapped shut behind him.

"I sfpill gav to sfpit!" he said to the door around a mouth full of toothpaste mange, his toothbrush still being juggled in his hand as he made sure the towel was secure so no one could see his rear. He tried to open the door and when it wouldn't, he kicked it, then started hopping because he'd hurt his toe. "No fwair!"

But of course this sort of thing would happen to him, considering his pants went clear and fell down at the most inoppurtune times on a regular basis.

Embarassment was his life.

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She caught sight of his expression and grinned, waving a hand in front of his face, carefully. They were hundreds of feet above ground. Not like he wouldn't catch her if she fell, but even so.

"I know that look, ghost boy," she said, "spill. What's up?"

"I, um."

He'd said it before, and meant it, because he'd always felt that way, but now, after going through that, after feeling very glad that they were both alive...

He'd cared about her. He'd said it and not really meant it--at least not like...this.

And that was horrible, sure, but he hadn't know any better, but at least now...

He pressed his forehead against hers, his cheek against hers.

"I...really do love you, Sam."

Sam blinked, surprised.

They'd faced death, and worse. He'd faced death before, but they'd been against a freaking God, and even more amazingly, they'd won. They'd won, she hadn't slept in a million hours, it was COLD and her lips were turning blue, but she was with her best friend who happened to be her boyfriend, and there was really nowhere else she'd rather be.

"I love you too," she said softly.

Danny paused, a new odder look now on his face.

If I had a free hand, he'd have slapped himself on the forehead. "Sam, do you still have the ring?"

Cue a very, very confused look. "What ring?"

"The one I gave you to holdm, but I didn't give it to you to give it to you--the one my dad gave me to give to my girlfriend, only I never gave it to Valerie, but maybe I wasn't supposed to give it to Valerie--" he rambled, flying them both back to the lake-bank and gently landing.

"Oh, THAT ring." Pause. She thought for a minute. "Uh. I think it's on my dresser. I was going to melt it," insert wicked grin here, "but you ended up breaking up with Valerie anyway. Why?"

"If I fly you back to the bar and hold the door open, can you get it?" he asked earnestly.

Except...he was already flying her back to the bar.

"Danny! The flying random places without warning me has got to stop!" She giggled anyway, attempting to wrestle in his grip. "Why would you want me to get it, anyway? It's just a ring."

"It's important." He phased through the wall into the bar, and they were back inside already, with the warmth and the fire going in the corner, and Danny landed them right near the door.

"It's that important to you?" She asked, rolling her eyes, and kissed his cheek. "Alright, you dork. Hold the door."

She popped through, ran a hand through her hair, found the ring within a second, and got back to the door in her bathroom soon enough, coming in to stand beside him. She handed him the ring. "There."

Turning back to normal he tucked it in his pocket and grabbed her hand, smiling and led her over to the couch near the fire, so she could warm up.

"Okay, uh, sit down, maybe? That'd probably be best for this."

"What're you doing?" Oh, oh warmth. That was nice. Her lips weren't blue anymore! She sat down on the couch, feeling the warmth from the fire rush up her legs. That was the only problem with wearing skirts. The cold.

Especially when FLYING, yes.

"Okay, so, you know my dad gave me this ring, right? And he told me to save it for a very special girl, and I never got to give it to Valerie, but that was because she wasn't the very special girl, I think. I think you are. You're not, like, officially my girlfriend until I give you the ring--"

"Danny! What is this, 1955?" She started laughing. "I promise you, if we're not official yet, then no one else is, either."

"Tucker said the same thing, but anyway, ring. Yours."

A pause. "Even if, for some reason, it's engraved with 'Wes.'"

Wait...

He turned it upside-down, then abruptly started laughing.

"What?" She looked over his shoulder, and started laughing, too.

"Well," she said, after they'd finished. "If we're going to be 1955-ish..." She tok the ring from him and slipped it on her finger, grinning. "There. Happy?"

"Happy and also laughing at the fact that my dad had more foresight than me for once," Danny said, still kneeling, and beaming up at her.