Danny's perfectly happy to stand but who knows when another olive branch will be offered. So he sits, clearing his throat a couple of times as he shifts to get comfortable.
"I...don't know, actually." The irony isn't lost on him. "Usually you do most of the talking and I listen." He stretches out his legs, hooking his ankles. He's missed that the most. "Just talk to me. Tell me about the past year. Tell me why there's no hot date waiting to cook you dinner in his apartment tonight."
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Date: 2014-10-05 06:29 am (UTC)"I...don't know, actually." The irony isn't lost on him. "Usually you do most of the talking and I listen." He stretches out his legs, hooking his ankles. He's missed that the most. "Just talk to me. Tell me about the past year. Tell me why there's no hot date waiting to cook you dinner in his apartment tonight."