I'M CRUCIFIED | MEETING 5/26

[daniel]

Danny chewed on his tongue on thought, listening to Vayne as she spoke. Perhaps having some help during meetings might not be a bad idea, at the very least she could spit things out in a way he could not. The constant nervous stuttering and frequent breaks to catch his breath couldn’t have been good for maintaining attention. Or getting the info across without losing anyone. He blinked, feeling his own attention span slipping as his brain threatened to shut itself off or at least autopilot. Which wasn’t great for doing the talking thing. ”We...we can talk replacement...later. When better adjusted.” He responded quietly, almost blankly, increasingly unfocused by the second. He needed to lay down, it felt like. Although, he didn’t disagree with any of the suggestions, it was just basically what he had in mind, what they needed. Anyone who could heal. And that meant Goldie and Rosemary. Granted, he hadn’t been around to witness the four eyed woman’s skills or time as any sort of medic, but he had seen Goldie, been there to watch her pick up Sage, in fact. His heart said to trust her, his gut said nothing on the topic. A little focused on imploding on itself as he felt nauseous.

Wait, that wasn’t just nausea and distraction. Danny let go of his girlfriend instinctively, looking like he was going to say something, but instead just going down like dead weight, the inevitable stress of public speaking and addressing the gang like a big boy taking its heavy toll as Danny just fucking blacked out entirely. Not a great look. And he would have rather thunked his forehead against the floor than drag the new Dealer with him. Hopefully he’d land on a pillow.