[ he tenses when those fingers curl into his clothing, not really sure if he should expect violence to follow or not; when it doesn't, he almost imperceptibly relaxes, letting her pull away. of course, he didn't hear the door unlock, and though he reaches out to tentatively push, it doesn't magically give way.

so he sighs, and offers the explanation, forgetting that his thumb is still brushing danger's cheek. ]

There's this stupid party game -- mostly teenagers play it -- where you lock a couple of people in a closet for seven minutes. [ it's been a hell of a lot longer than seven minutes. ]

S'called 'seven minutes in heaven' -- it's a joke, see? 'Cause what you're supposed to do is kiss each other until the time's up.