He could feel her happiness, the way it radiated off of her - for Dan, his own was nearly palpable. There was a grin on his face, and it was a happiness that felt like a dream; just another moment he'd tuck away in his own personal scrapbook, where he kept it in the locked chambers of his creaky heart - fortified by loving another person, instead of just him rotting alone.
So, basically, Dan was glad that Abra hadn't given up on him - or given up on taking a sandblaster to the walls around that damaged heart either. She just had a way of doing that.
"Yeah?" He squeezed her hand gently, not letting go as they walked. "What is it?"