Daniel coughs and looks away, at the wall, at the ceiling, and finally back to Johnny.
"You, um." He fiddles with a fraying thread of his BDUs, eyes downcast. "You don't - have to talk about it. I mean, I'd get it. I wouldn't wanna talk about it either. Er - you know."
Except he would. Confrontation always was one of his less elegant specialties.
Daniel swallows hard, folding his arms and trying not to feel like he's throwing up some kind of kinesic defense.
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Daniel coughs and looks away, at the wall, at the ceiling, and finally back to Johnny.
"You, um." He fiddles with a fraying thread of his BDUs, eyes downcast. "You don't - have to talk about it. I mean, I'd get it. I wouldn't wanna talk about it either. Er - you know."
Except he would. Confrontation always was one of his less elegant specialties.
Daniel swallows hard, folding his arms and trying not to feel like he's throwing up some kind of kinesic defense.