"I'm okay," Danny replies, swallowing around a dry mouth. "Nothing some aloe vera ointment won't fix. Do you want me to leave?" The question is seamlessly tacked on the end of the sentence, like he thinks he should have asked it already. Heck, maybe he's supposed to have left already, who knows. Danny doesn't trust his own judgement right now; it's clearly not done him any favors so far.
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Date: 2014-10-18 09:13 pm (UTC)