While perhaps it would have been odd if Eli had been dating Danny and he’d come to the flat with just Rob here, it didn’t feel strange as it was. Although the brothers looked similar, that subtle shift in features—and although Eli would never tell Rob for fear of over-inflating his ego, the difference in eye colour—allowed Danny to adopt the perpetually cheery idiocy that made him so easy to be around. He was not, and would never be, the intense, brooding hulk that his older brother was. Although Danny was dangerous in his own right, with a vicious sadism to the way he’d attack a perceived enemy that Rob, who simply cracked skulls and moved on, lacked—despite that danger, Danny in a good mood was an uplifting man to be around.
So it didn’t feel strange to throw his bag into Rob’s bedroom,
