Daniel shrugged. "I guess she's just not my type," he muttered, taking another swig of his beer. His brow furrowed slightly at the mention of 'guy problems' and he felt his mood dip again, finishing his second beer of the evening and actually contemplating a third.
He winced as she explained what had happened to the guitar. "Ah. That kind of busted up. You know, if you need one, you can always borrow mine," he offered before his brow furrowed with concern. "Is your ankle ok?"
Daniel sighed softly and nodded. "I know. I just don't like to bother you, it's not fair on you when you have your own things to do."