[ blackout ] - open; mother’s day

[daniel]

He probably shouldn’t have been surprised that Michael was the first to find him, he couldn’t explain it but it just felt like it was to be expected. He didn’t feel like he really....resonated or related with the plethora of older members of the Typhoon save for the two Dealers, but at the very least he could pull something half-heartedly out for Keona and say it was just because she was quieter and calm enough to balance out his anxieties. Or something like that. But how would he explain Michael? Maybe the guy was just cool, or gave him less of a disapproving feel. Granted, if the wolf had been able to hear the inner thoughts and opinions the bobcat had on him, he could say he was right about how he viewed the man. At the end of the day, he respected Michael. And could at least trust that he would be able to speak plainly without so much as a snort over his worried demeanor.

Danny didn’t look up just yet, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t listening. He was, the energy to shift his body just had yet to recover. ”I guess. I don’t really know how all the, the uh...afterlife stuff works just yet.” Still, he couldn’t help but glance upward, looking at the sky as if he thought he would see something to prove the point. There was nothing of course, nothing but the vast and endless sky. Emptier than usual.

”And she's... she's probably incredibly proud of how much you've grown here in The Typhoon. I know that the rest of us definitely are. I know I am.”

He looked at Michael finally, sniffing and rubbing his eyes with the back of one of his paws, a terrible idea he came to realize as salt caused his eyes to burn. A frown and a few intervals of rapid blinking later, Danny had processed the compliment fully. Someone was proud of him. He didn’t doubt it from Michael but....the rest of them? ”That doesn’t feel right.” Danny responded quietly after a few moments, rubbing his scarred shoulder. As if serving to remind himself how shitty his own luck was lately. ”I haven’t done anything to be proud of. I’m too busy being afraid of....of everything, I-“ No, no, that was too much. It was a piss baby move to take a compliment and drag it into a negative light, wasn’t it? He didn’t want to cry again, anyways, disappointment and frustration causing his eyes to well up again. ”I’m sorry, that’s not great to say. Thanks, Michael. Honest.” He attempted a smile, though about as shaky as his breath was, it was there.

[glow=black,2,300]— ❤ —[/glow]