Ah, yes. French vanilla - and so much of it that his blood was now sugar water. Dan took a sip, almost went cross-eyed - so it was definitely up to par. "Alright, well - "
He settled in a chair next to Richie, turning to face him. Admittedly, Dan wasn't sure where to start. Or how. He'd never done this sort of thing before - helping Abra had been one domino falling after the other, not to mention she had Shine more powerful anyone could fathom, which was why the True Knot were after her in the first place. She hadn't tried very hard to endear herself to him - he was lonely, was waiting for her in a sense. He wasn't filled with rage, not anymore - the traces left, he buried. Now he was mostly emptiness. The kind that fell for eighty stories and never hit the ground.
Then he'd lost her and was starting over again with someone else to help. Life is like a wheel, as they say.
So, he'd just start at the beginning. Slow and steady. "Mind if I take a look?" he asked, thumb sweeping up between Richie's brows. "I'll just - open a connection. See what's in your mindscape."