"Hey." Danny hadn't turned around, but he heard her greeting. He continued rummaging around in the 'fridge for a few moments before finding some leftover lasagna that, luckily for his conscience, didn't have a name on it. He swiped the plastic container and leaned back up, moving on to the shelves where he'd seen some water bottles and other assorted drinks. He grabbed two free Dasani bottles and was almost home free when he noticed that behind the Dasani sat a single Sam Addams. He froze for a second before reaching back into the 'fridge and grabbing it.
It wasn't even enough to get him drunk, but maybe it could take the edge off the steaming pile of shit that seemed to have taken up residence in his head. He considered leaving right then and there, but for some reason even he couldn't really comprehend, he course corrected at the last second to slump into a chair at the table. Maybe it was because he was afraid he'd drop the precious beer and break the bottle. Maybe, on some level he wasn't aware of, he was lonely and wanted some company. Maybe he just didn't want to face his wrecked apartment yet. Whatever the case, it kept him in the kitchen.
He pried the lid off the plastic container before realizing he hadn't grabbed a fork. Oh well, he'd get it later. First, he popped the top on one of the water bottles and guzzled about half of it. Satisfied for now, he reapplied the cap, popped the cap on the beer, and got up to retrieve a fork. "So," he said, still not looking at her but trying to muster up some kind of companionable tone despite how horrible he felt, "you new? Haven't seen you around before."
It was somehow easier to talk to her with his back turned. Maybe he was afraid of seeing some kind of judgment written on her face, the same kind of judgment he'd already made about himself. He knew what he looked like, after all. Knew it and hated it, but felt too lost to really change it.