It always felt like a shock. Not a little static shock, but like the time he accidentally touch an uncovered wire for a second—that wave of energy rolling up his arm. It didn’t hurt, per se, but it didn’t feel good. Daniel always seemed to notice before Arthur’s brain could even fully recover from whatever happened. He’d steady Arthur easily, and whisper “Who was it?” as if it was ever anyone else these days.
“Maggie,” Arthur would dutifully respond, and Daniel would abandon him. Of course, Arthur never minded. If he had the power to help her, he’d have abandoned Daniel in a heartbeat. She was other of their top priority.
And it was all due to Daniel that those shocks were so small, not the crushing pain Arthur had felt before—knowing the worst had happened to someone he cared about. Daniel could move fast enough just quick enough to stop it before it could get too bad—sometimes before it happened at all.
So slowly Arthur made his way back home, sometime taking hours to get to that house in the woods, sometimes days. But no matter what, it was worth it. To be greeted at the door by Maggie—to have her wrap her arms around him and say “Thanks, King. I owe you another one. You’re always saving my life.” To which of course Daniel would always get mock huffy and complain that he does all the heavy lifting and Arthur gets all the praise, but in the end everyone’s okay and they order pizza that Daniel always has to go pick up because Maggie doesn’t want to give out her address to people she’s never met.
And it takes a while, but Arthur finally admits—he’d rather get shocked every day, he’d rather take all the weight of every crushing pain he’d ever experienced at once, than let one bad thing happen to Maggie. And he is so grateful for Daniel that he doesn’t even know how to start to say it—and then as if he’s the psychic, Daniel gives him a wink and a smile and says, “Don’t worry, you’ll figure out how to tell me.”