“Families are good at that,” Danny stated bluntly. Even the ones that were exceptionally close, like his. It wasn’t a very big family, just him and Tim. Indeed, Danny probably needed to get out of his own house and away from his father for a little bit, because he needed to not look at the man who was obviously in some sort of emotional rut and try to fix something when Tim didn’t want any help, or even to talk about it. Maybe Dagmar didn’t have that particular vocal block. “Is there anything I can do to help?” They were classmates, teammates (kind of, since the genders didn’t compete together, but still…), and friends. If he could do something, he would.
He took in her words as he gave a slight laugh, putting up his hand to block some of the water before it hit him. Counterproductive since he was already completely wet? Just a tad. Reflexes… honest! So, Dagmar had another friend over? Obviously, that friend was no longer around, or Danny would have seen them. Her comment about the friend not wanting to go into the water did strike Danny as a little bit odd, too. “Some people just don’t like the water. I don’t get those people either. But then I’m sure the people who love stuff like football and lacrosse look at me and don’t get why I can’t stand that crap. Taste is a subjective thing. Still,” there was a mischievous glint in his eyes and a grin that hid very little, “not coming in the water means you can’t have a splash fight!” The palm of his hand pressed against the surface of the water, sending a manmade wave directly at Dagmar. Yeah, he was going on 20, but who didn’t love a splash fight?