Danny was the kind of person who could make you feel seen and unsettled all at once. Tall, wiry, with an otherworldly pallor that seemed to drain the room of color, he gave off the air of someone who knew far too much but spoke only half of it aloud. His gaze was sharp, like he could see through layers you didn’t know you had. When he offered warmth, it felt genuine—almost painfully so. Sorry, the counselor is not here, except me…. Now, why the fuck are you here? He arches his eyebrow.
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