Danny avoided Jack. They lived in the same apartment (no, not the one that got raided), and Danny refused to talk to Jack. No matter what Jack tried to say, Danny refused to hear him out. Over time it began to wear Jack down. Days turned to weeks, to months into 6 months.

Jack came and went as he pleased, he wandered around the river bank most days. On his birthday, he went to his mother's grave for a while before taking a cab to where he "died"- the 39th street bridge. He felt a lot of melancholy. On one hand, he was glad that he hadn't died, but on the other, he missed talking to his friends- being with Danny. Since his "death" Danny avoided him and never acknowledged him, Henley ended up leaving three months after joining. She wanted an out and the Eye gave it to her, so now it was the three men in the apartment and Merritt was the only one to talk to Jack. And of course, don't forget that Jack could not draw attention to himself, or go to crowded places because he was technically dead.

Jack started staying out later, and rarely coming back. Merritt tried to talk to Danny about it, but it never went far. It was on the 6th month that Merritt forced Danny to listen.

"Look Daniel, You need to hear Jack out. He's your Boyfriend."

"What for? He lied to me."

"Not exactly, he with held information, but he was instructed to. You know he wanted to. You could tell he was hiding something- and he didn't want to. It doesn't take a mentalist to figure that out." Merritt said to Danny.

Danny sighed, "fine."

Jack was out currently. He sat on the river with a pipe and his lighter. Taking a hit, he let the weed hit him intensely. With his old friends, he would joke about his ,"momma didn't raise a little bitch."whenever he killed a bottle or smoked a huge amount.

Putting his stuff back in his pockets, he relaxed for a moment. Good weed had a way of taking you out of your head, and let you just feel. He loved the feeling of floating, and being weightless. Once he was good to move, he headed back to the apartment. Up the fire escape he went into his room, where he crawled into bed and fell asleep.

Danny and Merritt waited for Jack to return. They opened his door to find him asleep. Danny sighed and decided that when Jack woke up, they would talk.

Jack slept for a few hours until he got up to go to the bathroom. Danny sat on the couch waiting. The moment Jack was out of the bathroom, Danny called out to him softly, "Jack."

Jack turned around quickly to face Danny.

Danny sat there with his knee bouncing, and a nervous expression on his face.

Jack stood there frozen. Danny took in Jack's appearance, he was thinner than he ever remembered, Danny could tell by the way his leather jacket hung off him and the way his cheeks were sunken in. His eyes were lifeless, and clouded.

"Jack...we need to talk...we...I...I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ignored you and never let you explain."

"I..its okay...I wanted to tell you...but I was told not to...and I didn't want to anger the eye, and have them take away what they had been doing for us...I wanted to tell you all the time...but I couldn't and it killed me."

"I'm sorry I pushed you away. I thought I lost you, and it hurt so bad, I didn't know what to do or how to feel. When I found out you were alive, it made me angry, it made me see how with the life we live, how easily something could go wrong and I could lose you." Danny said as Jack crossed over and sat down beside him on the couch.

"you pushing me away, it hurt, I'm not gonna lie. I felt like you didn't want me here, that I didn't deserve to be in the eye."

"Jack, you belong here just as much as I do. You're the best sleight of hand, pickpocket I know besides myself. You are a huge member of this group...and my life. I tried to avoid you, to make it not hurt, to make you go away but it tortured me. I'm truly sorry that I put us through this,and you through this. I want to make things right, even if that means saying goodbye to our relationship officially."

"I...I don't want to lose you...I'm willing and open to using this as a learning experience, and moving forward, through this rough spot."

"We can take it slow, as slow as we need to." Danny said softly.

The rest of the night they sat there on the couch talking about Jack's death and how he pulled it off, and what he had to do in order to do it. By 1am, they were tired but well aquatinted with one another again on a emotional level. Jack however didn't tell Danny about the smoking or excessive drinking he had been doing as of late. The two talked until they fell asleep next to each other on the couch. Merritt wandered out to the kitchen for water at some point and tossed a blanket on top of them and took a picture. He was glad the boys were talking again, and back to the normal before things literally blew up.

The following morning, Jack woke up with his head on Danny's chest, and Danny's arm around. He felt content in that moment, that he could live in this memory for ever. Danny made him feel things he couldn't even begin to understand. Danny made him feel safe, and warm, and wanted. Being without him for so long was hard, he hadn't been handling it well at all. It was only a matter of time before he got called out on his whack, not normal eating habits and the drinking. Well now, technically he no longer had a reason to drink since Danny didn't hate him, but quitting was harder than anything.