[ But by that same token, he'd do all that and more for her, if he thought it would help. Mack had said she'd been hurt, and he can see the signs of that. It's that hurt that he wishes he could take from her and onto himself, but since he can't do that, he just wants to be there for her however he can.
And then she's hugging him, and he's leaning into it, arms reaching out to wrap around her as well. ]
I know what you mean. [ He's come close to saying those words before, but for reasons he's only just beginning to understand, the moment and the timing didn't feel right. ] I've always thought that kind of thing should be saved for that one really special person: the kind that takes awhile to find, but when you do, you know it's time.
[ Suddenly feeling bashful, then, he looks down just slightly, because he's saying words he wasn't sure he'd ever say, and expressing thoughts he's never put into actual audible words before.
And then he looks up at her again, hoping he hasn't scared her away with his admission. ]
[ She nods her agreement, finding words exceptionally difficult at this particular moment. It's true that that one special person took a while to find — a long while. She'd thought before that she might have found that person in Lincoln, but in truth, she'd never really had the chance to find out. They'd only just begun to really know each other that way, and they were both still learning how to accept themselves... Maybe things would have been different if they'd had more time, but she'd lost him before she'd even had the chance to tell him how she felt.
And now, here's this beautiful, charming, good man who has never done anything but support her, saying those precious words. It doesn't seem like it could possibly be real.
She leans in, closing her eyes and pressing her forehead to his, and just breathes in the air around him. He's real. He's staying. And then she knows what to say. ]
I don't know what I did to deserve the universe letting me find you.
[ He's content to just stay like that for awhile, because this is nice: being this close to her, having her in his space... It's something he's wished for, but he felt like it had to be on her terms. ]
I know exactly what you did. You were just- [ This isn't going to make any sense, but he plows ahead anyway. ] You were being you. That's what you did.
[ He means that by her being her wonderful, amazing, complicated self, their lives intersected and she saved him, and now they have an equally wonderful, amazing, complicated future ahead of them. ]
[ For so long, Coulson and the others have done their best to instill in her a sense of true self-worth. Growing up certain that no one ever wanted her had done a lot of damage emotionally, and while she'd tried hard to embrace her team's well-meaning messages, it had still taken a long time to really start to sink in. Somehow, having Daniel say it is easier to accept. No, he hasn't seen all the bad pieces of her, those jagged sharp edges and terrible decisions of her past, but maybe he'll be able to accept and look past them. She's pretty sure that's what people who love you are supposed to do.
She raises her hands to gently frame his face, thumbs resting along that adonic curve of his jaw, and sighs quietly with a soft smile. ]
You're such a dork. I've already fallen for you, you don't have to keep saying things like that.
[ Sure, he's still learning about Daisy and her past, at least what she lets him see, but he's already worked out that she's had it rough. It feels a lot like prying, so he tries not to look too closely, but sometimes it feels like she still doesn't quite believe that she's worth it, that she deserves good things. That's one of the many reasons why he tries to show that to her through word and action, and hopes that somehow, she knows how much he values her and that she is someone special, even irreplaceable.
Teaching someone to believe in their own self-worth is easier said than done, but Daniel knows he has to try to help fill in some of the gaps that are leftover.
He smiles when she places her hands against his face, because he likes it when there's contact between them. ]
Maybe I am a dork, but also, maybe I just feel like saying nice things to you. Every word is true, by the way.
[ In case there was any doubt anywhere. And after a moment's pause, he can't help but add: ] Are you sure it's not me that's already fallen for you?
[ It's so hard for her to hear nice things and just accept them. Only the superficial things ever seem real — she knows she's attractive and an incredible hacker and a great fighter. But hearing that she's a good person, that she's made good choices in her life and deserves good things? Somehow, she just can't accept something like that, at least not easily.
But this isn't the time to disagree with his heartfelt sentiments, nor to launch into an examination of her own terribly low sense of self-worth. Right now is the time to let her hands fall to his chest, the warmth of her palms sinking through the fabric of his shirt, and just smile at this amazing man who for some reason loves her. ]
Well, I sure hope so, considering what you said not five minutes ago. [ She smiles softly at him, every bit of affection she has for him written clearly across her face. ] Come on, Danny boy. Let's go back to bed.
[ Well, if he has to spend his whole life trying to convince her that she's amazing and beautiful and that she deserves all the good things that life has to offer, he'll do it, and gladly.
But of course, when she's this close to him, and her hands are resting on him in just that way, he tends to lose track of his train of thought. Forget about the way she's smiling at him. If she keeps that up, he'll forget all about speaking, and just lose himself staring at her and marveling at how he got so lucky. ]
That's the best thing I've heard anyone say all day. Well, except for you telling me you love me, I mean.
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And then she's hugging him, and he's leaning into it, arms reaching out to wrap around her as well. ]
I know what you mean. [ He's come close to saying those words before, but for reasons he's only just beginning to understand, the moment and the timing didn't feel right. ] I've always thought that kind of thing should be saved for that one really special person: the kind that takes awhile to find, but when you do, you know it's time.
[ Suddenly feeling bashful, then, he looks down just slightly, because he's saying words he wasn't sure he'd ever say, and expressing thoughts he's never put into actual audible words before.
And then he looks up at her again, hoping he hasn't scared her away with his admission. ]
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[ She nods her agreement, finding words exceptionally difficult at this particular moment. It's true that that one special person took a while to find — a long while. She'd thought before that she might have found that person in Lincoln, but in truth, she'd never really had the chance to find out. They'd only just begun to really know each other that way, and they were both still learning how to accept themselves... Maybe things would have been different if they'd had more time, but she'd lost him before she'd even had the chance to tell him how she felt.
And now, here's this beautiful, charming, good man who has never done anything but support her, saying those precious words. It doesn't seem like it could possibly be real.
She leans in, closing her eyes and pressing her forehead to his, and just breathes in the air around him. He's real. He's staying. And then she knows what to say. ]
I don't know what I did to deserve the universe letting me find you.
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I know exactly what you did. You were just- [ This isn't going to make any sense, but he plows ahead anyway. ] You were being you. That's what you did.
[ He means that by her being her wonderful, amazing, complicated self, their lives intersected and she saved him, and now they have an equally wonderful, amazing, complicated future ahead of them. ]
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She raises her hands to gently frame his face, thumbs resting along that adonic curve of his jaw, and sighs quietly with a soft smile. ]
You're such a dork. I've already fallen for you, you don't have to keep saying things like that.
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Teaching someone to believe in their own self-worth is easier said than done, but Daniel knows he has to try to help fill in some of the gaps that are leftover.
He smiles when she places her hands against his face, because he likes it when there's contact between them. ]
Maybe I am a dork, but also, maybe I just feel like saying nice things to you. Every word is true, by the way.
[ In case there was any doubt anywhere. And after a moment's pause, he can't help but add: ] Are you sure it's not me that's already fallen for you?
[ Because he has: head over heels. ]
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But this isn't the time to disagree with his heartfelt sentiments, nor to launch into an examination of her own terribly low sense of self-worth. Right now is the time to let her hands fall to his chest, the warmth of her palms sinking through the fabric of his shirt, and just smile at this amazing man who for some reason loves her. ]
Well, I sure hope so, considering what you said not five minutes ago. [ She smiles softly at him, every bit of affection she has for him written clearly across her face. ] Come on, Danny boy. Let's go back to bed.
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But of course, when she's this close to him, and her hands are resting on him in just that way, he tends to lose track of his train of thought. Forget about the way she's smiling at him. If she keeps that up, he'll forget all about speaking, and just lose himself staring at her and marveling at how he got so lucky. ]
That's the best thing I've heard anyone say all day. Well, except for you telling me you love me, I mean.