"what's wrong?" she asked and part of daniel fluttered at the realization you knew when something was up with him just by looks.
"i'm... anxious," he crosses his legs over hers. "can i, umm... talk this out to you?"
"of course," she takes the half empty box of cigarettes and tries not to think of their legs. "tell me."
"it's just.." he sighes and takes the box back from her hands, fumbling with the top. "i have the chance to move out. and i'll be moving in with a friend but.. i- i don't know. i'm just scared about how my dads gonna to take it."
"i'm sure it'll work out," she frowns as dan flicks on the lighter but never brings it to the waiting cigarette.
"they'll understand," she smiles, placing a gentle hand on his thigh.
"that's what i'm hoping," he breathed out, his limbs turning weak at her touch.
