Honestly, even if he had gotten hurt, it’s not like Daniel is the type to hold it against someone, especially not a stranger, especially not someone who looks quite a few years younger than him. Besides, it’s obvious that he’s sorry for it, apologetic, and that’s more than enough to make any annoyance over being knocked off his feet blow away like the insignificant triviality that it is.
He almost wants to laugh, because it seems like they’re both the type to push aside concern; it isn’t that he doesn’t believe the other either, but there’s still the echo of an image of his face scrunched up in obvious pain, so he can’t help but remain worried. Had they been friends, he probably would have pushed the matter verbally, but it isn’t really his business to do so with someone that he doesn’t know.
Though… Then he goes and introduces himself, and he fumbles with his ability to answer in his surprise. “’Sin’..? Is that some sort of stage name, huh?” It’s a joke, a somewhat ironic one considering Daniel’s career as well as mostly a private wisecrack because he’s almost positive that the younger kid doesn’t know who he is in the slightest. “A drink sounds great. There’s a convenience store right at the corner up ahead, so it’s not that far.” And he lifts a hand to point down the alleyway.
“Daniel. I’m Daniel,” he adds after a beat, as if he’d completely forgotten to introduce himself, and… Huh. It’s still weird to introduce himself in such a way rather than by his association with his musical group. Still, the smile on his lips is sincere, friendly, and he nods in the direction he’d previously pointed at. “Let’s get a drink and check on your knees where we have better lighting.” That’s right, he’s not quite letting it go yet.
The question has Sin chuckling quietly. While it’s not a stage name per se, it’s still very close to one. But it’s not as if it’d be a good name. No one would want to call him God because that just sounds… egotistical. Even if the name was pulled because HOME considered him to be the God of His Own Story. And he just thought the name Sin fit him better than his real name. It was so far from it that he didn’t have to worry about someone calling him something close to it. Could forget that he was a runaway from an abusive past for a little while.
So with an amused smile, he shakes his head. “Unfortunately my life isn’t that interesting.” He glances at the direction the other is pointing in and nods his head, he slowly starts making his way towards the direction, hoping the stranger– Daniel? – will follow along. It’s kind of embarrassing how he stumbles along, his legs feeling shaky still and weak since he’s not use to running like that; and because his balance is still thrown off. Not to mention, there’s also the pain in his knees, but he tries to hide that.– Even despite the other male commenting on it. Dang.
A frown still pulls at his lips; Sin isn’t good at foreign names and it’s obvious that the other’s name is foreign. “Can I call you Niel?” He asks, after a moment of hesitation. He doesn’t know anyone else by that name, doesn’t know it’s the other male’s stage name. Simply wants to use that because it seems the easiest to say; less syllables to stumble over, too.
