Zoe smiled at him, a watered down kind of expression. "It's okay," she told Danny. "It's kind of about... stuff he saw. Kind of. It's... stuff I've been keeping to myself for maybe too long." Maybe? Maybe? Zoe still wasn't sure. But she'd promised herself she would try to trust them. And Cai knew. And it felt okay, that Cai knew. Not fabulous, not even approaching good. But okay.

"Ooh, heavy," Rachel said. She started to lean into Danny when she noticed he was hitting himself. "Danny," she whispered, and bumped her hand against his fist instead so see if he'd want to take her hand instead of punching himself.