He had been so angry at his sister for the things she had said about Angel that day. She had had no right to judge his friend like that and he had told her so. He knew Mandy struggled with her protectiveness over him and that she often got stuck between acting the elder sibling or acting the guardian. But she hadn't been his legal guardian since he became an adult and he sure as hell hadn't been about to let her get away with accusing Angel of such things while she was only trying to help.
"I'm sorry, she had no right to say that. She was wrong and I'm sorry you had to hear that."
He frowned then as she began to talk again. He knew it was probably best that she went home, not that he wanted her to, and that, yes, he had to talk to Jessie about this... them. But sleep on it? He didn't need to sleep on it, he had been sleeping on it even since he started thinking about kissing her.
When he had first realised how he felt, he'd tried every thing to push the feelings aside, to convince himself that he wasn't...crushing, for want of a better word, on his new best friend. But, no matter how much he tried those feelings were there and seemed to be to stay. What had bothered him most was the guilt he had felt. His wife hadn't even been gone for a year and he was having feelings for another woman... he had honestly felt like he was cheating on her, betraying her memory. His guilt had got worse a few weeks ago, the anniversary of Ally's death, when he was at his worse illness wise, especially when he had woken up curled into Angel at one point.
Daniel blinked at her. "...sober? Angel, I'm not.. I'm not drunk. Believe me it takes more than three light beers to make me say or do anything I don't actually want to." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, I admit, the beer made me brave enough to... but I still wanted to."