continued from this @brainbetrayed
‘ i’m old. my back, it-it can’t take it, ’ he whinges back in a hushed tone. danny looks over to the twins, to avery and rosie: he’s not up for total disruption, only a mild upset for casper. a quick reshuffle of resources so he can experience next level comfort and feel even better knowing he got it at the price of casper losing his.
the look on his face, the tone is what he needs to acquire the recliner (whose idea was the recliner, anyhow? casper, the spiritually older sod complaining about his back and his comfort? the fact is unimportant). he thinks about the time he told casper, and really tried to sell the fact for years, never correcting his lie, that he had gone to an improv class and didn’t at all mean it. he didn’t step foot near any place of the sort. then he thinks about how helpful it would have been if it were actually true in any capacity whatsoever. still, the resolute and back aching man he is (literally figuratively emotionally, to hell with labels), he has to try. he can act like the family living room is quite the same as that stage or that hall or wherever the class was (he did book it, he just got nervous at the door). danny tries to scrunch his features into something of a pleading sincere look but it comes out as a rueful apologetic except not apologetic at all look thinking on how pathetic his pleas for being a year, maybe two, older is. he lets them drop. whatever is left could be the selling point now it’s with full sincerity. ‘ i’m-i’m older than you. please. ’
