Danny snorted at that, and he shook his head at his mother in amusement. She was the only person who could joke with him like that, and the only one he would let touch him without panicking about it.
He was glad for the touch too, because the moment it was gone he started drumming his fingers against the table. Fidgeting was always a sure sign that Danny was starting to feel agitated and when he used to feel agitated, he took it out on his thighs. "I hate it. I hate that everything just reminds me of-" He shook his head and groaned, his fingers still drumming the table.
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Date: 2014-03-24 07:37 am (UTC)From:He was glad for the touch too, because the moment it was gone he started drumming his fingers against the table. Fidgeting was always a sure sign that Danny was starting to feel agitated and when he used to feel agitated, he took it out on his thighs. "I hate it. I hate that everything just reminds me of-" He shook his head and groaned, his fingers still drumming the table.