"I knew you weren't fine," Danny says as soon as she starts poking at the cake. He doesn't cut himself any; instead he lowers the knife to the table and leans back in the booth, elbows resting behind him. As much as he doesn't want to discuss what just happened before he's had a chance to think about it, he also can't knowingly let Mindy be this upset if there's a possibility he can fix it quickly.

So before he's even considered everything, he continues, "Look, I get it, Mindy. There's New York City, delicious cake, it's about four degrees too hot in here, there's a little drizzle outside... You got caught up in a moment." He shrugs and waves a hand in her general direction, as if rationalizing the behavior of all women, not just her. "I get it. It's natural, it's only human. I coulda been anybody."