Daniel was struggling to adjust to life sans Terry. He still couldn't truly believe that his tormentor and keeper was really dead, even though he had seen it with his own eyes. He was trying hard to fit into Dean's life, but some days were harder than others. Being a functioning member of society was hard. Battling addiction cold turkey was even harder.
He leaned into Dean's side and nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay. You think the kids are having fun?"