Dan had had his fair share of family disputes growing up, but seeing one unfold right in front of his eyes when he couldn't do anything to help - couldn't interfere because it wasn't his place - it was easier than expected. He felt mildly embarrassed that the conversation degenerated at such a pace, but he didn't know how to intervene between them, so he didn't try. Instead, he kept to the sidelines, kept his annoyance in check and made up for the silence in gestures.
A hand covered Jason's, less calculated and more of impulse than it should have been. "Jason--"