For a brief moment, Dan seemed to melt in Souji's hands. He let those cheeky, glistening blue eyes slip shut for just a moment, while Souji caressed his face, and just for those few seconds, he felt at peace. He felt something he hasn't felt in a very long time. And then the contact was broken. He opened his eyes and smiled, trying his best to act casually.
Dan was incredibly happy with how Souji responded to his experimental sushi. Opening his mouth, he let Souji pop the piece of Sushi in. Closing his mouth, trying not to laugh, he made sure he had the last few grains of rice in and chewed, hand half covering his mouth out of politeness.
"All right, all right, it is good" he laughed, finally swallowing. It was good for a first attempt at the very least. And considering they didn't have quite all the bits and bobs that went into making it, he was rather happy with the end result.
He smiled fondly at Souji. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself" he said, nodding. And he was. There was too much sadness on the TARDIS. Too much confusion and sorrow, anger and mourning. He was glad that he could be happy. Glad he had people like Souji.
Still, he couldn't help but think of what Souji had said before that. About living without purpose. And it really was like that. Well, maybe a bit worse for Dan. It was more like drowning. And people like Souji and Mark were the few things that kept him from drowning. Souji was indeed lucky to have found something to fill that void. Dan had tried to find something to do. He had taken extensive notes, written journal entries and made sure to make note of everything that happened on the TARDIS. He didn't quite have access to the resources he was accustomed to, but still. He wasn't becoming an editor for a make shift newspaper on a ship like this. No he would bide his time, keep trying to work to keep his skills sharp, and maybe one day get to go home to find that he probably didn't have a job. After all, his name was on that piece. He'd be an easy target.