Sindre didn't mind anyone sharing his cigarette, and when he watched her, his eyes nearly welled up with the many memories he had of her sneaking his cigarettes all the time. He had to hold it back and keep calm. He didn't want to cry in front of her again. "Um. It was at least a year... Actually." He said, scratching the short hair at the back of his head, laughing nervously. When she complimented his tie, he didn't think twice and slipped it off his neck and around hers. "I mean... Not since I've been here, but since we. Um."
He sipped his hot chocolate and looked up at her with big, worried eyes. "I really don't know what to say." That was a recurring factor with Sindre when he was around Dani. He always felt so good to be around her, so happy, and when they talked about heavy subjects, like the subject that had decided to creep up around them, he was so nervous and didn't know how to tell her those feelings. He resented what she'd done to him, and resented himself for reacting the way he did. He wondered if Dani even knew how he'd taken an entire bottle of sleeping pills. Either way, it didn't matter, he'd blown up at her before that, and it was the first time in his life he'd ever yelled at anyone before. He didn't want that to happen again.