Owen waited patiently, pondering running as time passed, but when she opened the door something snapped in him and he knew he made the right decision by staying.
"Hello." He said simply as he looked her over, not in a leering manner, but one such that he simply wanted to learn what she looked like and find what made his other self loved about her.
"This Danny?" It was clearly a stupid question, but for once Owen was short on words and it seemed as good a thing to say as any. "He has your eyes." Cheesy, but again the only thing he could say as he stood there nervously fidgeting with his hands burried deep in his pockets and the bag with the milk in it hanging from his arm.