The strength in Danny's hands seemed to falter even further at Matty's words. He continued to feel awful, being the source of discomfort in he young man's life. Especially when he wanted nothing more than to be a positive figure.
The pang of guilt came to pass as Matty continued to speak, and Danny's muscles once again responded to his brain, giving the cork a solid tug. With a pop, the bottle's entrance was unblocked. Setting the cork and screw aside, he leaned to fill Matty's glass with the dark liquid. "Letting a minor drink," he murmured to himself, "They're going to put me away for this." The was a smile, showing he was joking. Somehow, he figured the ship's personnel wouldn't care, even if they did find out. They were in Nova Scotia, after all.
"Me? I just spent a lot of time on the beach," he leaned back to fill his own glass, eyeing his forearm, "You'd think I would have tanned more than this." Clearly, he was disappointed. He had tanned. A little. But not nearly enough to please him. "Thanks for this, by the way," Danny brought his glass over to Matty's, clinking their rims together, "Cheers."