<em>Danica and Leo</em><br/><br/>Listening closely to his words, her heart beating as she hung on to every syllable, Danica literally had to shut down her thoughts and just pay attention. He didn't give her a defined yes or a for sure no, which was something.  She didn't know which answer would have made her run, or if either of them would have.  She just needed to<em>know</em><br/><br/>Danica didn't put other's sexual needs before her own, she never loved anyone enough or cared enough for anyone to do so, she just couldn't.  It was part of her survival. "I'm glad that I do," she whispered. "Help you feel less detached.  I don't think that you're all that fucked up, Leo. I think you're a wonderful, albeit a bit sadistic, man."<br/><br/>Then he said the words that echoed how she felt exactly; she didn't deserve him, though he said he didn’t deserve her. "And I don't deserve you, so I guess we're even."<br/>