Realizing how tightly he was clutching at her, Dan abruptly dropped his hands. He wasn't sure what he and Serena were yet, they'd gone on only a handful of dates, had certainly not had 'the talk.' But at that moment, Dan was acutely aware of just how happy he was to see her alive and well. His dark eyes drank her in, wanting nothing more than to reach out for her again.
He nodded belatedly, so distracted by his thoughts that he forgot to answer her question immediately. "Yeah, Jenny and I are okay. We made it to a few blocks away, but the streets are just crazy out there. There was no way we could get all the way to Brooklyn." He shook his head, remembering the chaos that had broken out among the panicked and angry New Yorkers trying to get downtown. The reports coming through the radio were of little help, jumbled accounts of attacks and deaths that did nothing but add to the pandemonium.
"I just... can't believe we're here. In the Palace, I mean. It all feels so surreal." He hated the idea of needing to depend on Chuck for charity, but after he realized their loft was out of the picture, he knew he wanted to be by Serena's side.