Danny glanced up. It was true, no one had told him he had to talk about home, about the subjects he'd been avoided, but he didn't feel any less of a compulsion to do so. She had hit the point, spot on, it was weighing on him. It was like there was something pressing down on his chest - he could ignore it for only so long before it became stifling.
"Would you mind?" Danny breathed, almost in relief. He knew that putting off the matter may not be wise but he was hoping, once he had a few more glasses of whiskey in him, the words might come more easily. "I mean, if you don't mind," Danny added, hoping he hadn't come across as presumptuous.