❝Daniel.. shit happens, and y’can’t just blame it all on yerself all the time.❞
[ It’s secretive, but he slides a hand over to rest comfortingly atop Daniel’s. ]
❝I doubt that there’s anything y’could have done— it is what it is, y’know? Vic’ll be alright, an’ if he says anything to ya, gimme a holler.❞
[ A playful slap on the knee. ]
❝You’ll be alright, boy-o. Y’got me.❞
Daniel’s jaw clenches tight, his fingers mirroring the action as they grip Colin’s, hard. It’s a gesture he hardly has to think about. Sometimes I just… it feels wrong th-that I’m the one who lived. Th-That’s all.
His eyes widen at the notion that Victor could be defied that way; he’s always respected Victor to the highest degree, and the way he sees it, Daniel deserves any flak he gets. Don’t—don’t mess with Victor, okay? It’s my fault. He was brave. I… I r-respect him. I just wish I hadn’t l-let him down.
Despite his heavy thoughts, he still can’t help but smile at Colin’s assertion. Yeah, I do have you. You’ve helped me a lot, Colin. Th-Thank you.
❝I ain't gonna mess with him, Danny boy, don't get yer garments in a knot. Lighten up a little 'round me, huh? And ya didn't let him down, y'know. Shit happens. Could'a been any of us.❞
[ His lips curl into a smile and he nudges Daniel's leg with his own knee. The boy's got too much on his mind, he decides, and so he orders them two milkshakes. ]
❝Y'got me, and you ain't ever gonna lose me.❞
