[It's funny; for someone as warm and empathetic as Dan is, he isn't good at receiving that compassion when it's returned, and as such Stacia's attempts at kindness sting against the fact that Dan's kid hasn't even been dead a year, that in two months it'll have been only a year since se died protecting her idiot irresponsible not-quite-dad. He just shuts down and stiffens, only relaxing a bit when he sees how much Stacia's memory isn't immediately violent.]
Bulletproof, huh? I reckon he got that name for a purpose? [He reaches out to the bar to see if he can touch anything in this memory, never wanting to just get trashed on alcohol as hard as at this moment, enough that he could ransack a teenage girl's memory to just not have to think about his own.] Different pack or moved on some other way?
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Bulletproof, huh? I reckon he got that name for a purpose? [He reaches out to the bar to see if he can touch anything in this memory, never wanting to just get trashed on alcohol as hard as at this moment, enough that he could ransack a teenage girl's memory to just not have to think about his own.] Different pack or moved on some other way?