Danny opted to take a long drink of beer rather than reply, watching Oscar's reflection in the mirror behind the bar. He was miserable. In a perverse way, it made her feel better about her own dismal social life.
Stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it, goddamit!
The thought was as loud as a shout in Danny's brain. She flinched visibly, unable to stop herself, and shot Oscar a guilty look. But apparently he wasn't upset with her, unless the eccentric pathologist made a habit of expressing his annoyance by buying drinks.
"Thank you," Danny murmured weakly. A pause. Oscar's worries were familiar ones, anxiety threaded through the densely packed trivia of his thoughts.
"I really do my best to ignore it, you know," she reassured him.