He didn’t think it was pathetic, yet. But it could eventually become pathetic. Danny knew that. Everyone knew that. There were few things sadder than the person who continued to hang around their high school, looking for vindication in a time when nothing else gave them that. Danny didn’t want to be that person, mostly because he could see himself becoming that person.
“Next slow song it is, then,” he stated simply. She really was a nice girl. And he did owe her for pushing him into going to the party. Danny paid his debts back as best he could. “How’s the party been for you? Having fun?”