Danny caught the look in Tony's eyes as he got up and went behind his desk. He couldn't help but feel a grim satisfaction. <>Fucking right you don't want to hear anymore...<>. But in giving Tony a glimpse of just how disturbed he was, Danny suddenly realized he'd screwed himself. There was no way in Hell Tony was going to give him anything remotely dangerous now. Even if the book of Iron Fist was his by right (and could only be read by Danny anyway).
He took a moment, sniffing and wiping his nose- pulling back from the edge breaking down. Danny downed his coffee and set it back down, then stood. "Right. Well thanks. You take care of that book, you hear me?" he asked seriously. "Its worth more than my company's net worth at it's peak." He forced a smile "I might be back for it when I'm feeling better...or someone like me will." Danny finished abruptly, bundling out the door before Tony could respond. He needed a drink...