"I love you too," Danny replied, his relief evident in his voice. "Is- Is everyone okay?" He glanced around at all of them, worried his issues would start to infect them. "I'm sorry he said all those fucked up things. I wish you hadn't had to hear them."

"It's not your fault," Dylan said earnestly. "Really, Danny."

"Can we- Can we go get something to eat? I haven't eaten today which I know is bad, but I was too scared. And despite the fact that I just technicolour yodeled in the bin, I'm actually pretty fucking hungry."