Dan might have laughed if he'd been feeling less shitty. There was no way, no fucking way, that his life so far was something standard, something that came with the territory of being young. And the rest of his life? Hah. He was going to end up on the streets, in jail or in an asylum somewhere. He'd forgotten the future that Abra had shown him. But Shep was being kind when she didn't have to be, and he knew that, even through his brain fog. So he didn't say anything.
He did lift the coffee with both hands, though, and take a deep drink. The sweetness of it was cloying but it was still coffee. "Thanks," he said again, and looked round at her once more when she was done talking about defining moments. "You're very kind." It didn't really follow on from what she'd been saying, but it still needed to be said.
Dan then managed to push himself up out of his slump and sit up a bit straighter. Next, he intended to sit cross-legged instead of letting his long legs sprawl out in front of him, but, you know. One step at a time.