It is me, Daniel. I just-- *pauses* I don't know how, and I don't know why, and that's hard for me. I'm used to understanding something, or looking until I find the answers, and they can't be found. *notices his glance at her and shifts in her chair* *decides that teenage hormones are hell* Oh, I don't know, you look pretty damn hot yourself.
Well, we had...and have again...a similar problem with Jack. It was him the way we all remembered him, but he looked to be about 17. Perhaps this is the same thing? *He places a hand on hers in a comforting gesture*
I guess it's just a different view from this end of the age spectrum. *tries to control a faint shiver of pleasure at the touch, but fails miserably* I could see how he deals with it, I guess. From some of the things he's said, he didn't do so well at first, though. I don't want to bring up any unpleasant memories. *decides that she really needs to lace her fingers through Daniel's*
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