Damny gritted his teeth, continuing to talk. “But it’s weird ‘cause- like- he knows. That’s what’s really upsetting, ‘cause I told him to stop and he spun it on me and now I dunno. ‘Cause I feel like I did somethin’ wrong but I dunno what.” Danny sighed. “You got a smoke?”
“You don’t smoke, I thought.”
“Not yet.”
Alex excused himself quietly, and walked over to Danny. "Everything okay?" he asked, looking at the Werewolf male.
Danny jumped, not expecting Alex to come up to him. “Jesus fuck- yeah, I am, why?” He lied, not wanting to worry his friend. It showed in his face that he definitely wasn’t, but Danny would rather die than admit it.
Alex's eyebrows drew together a little bit, cocking his head slightly. "You sure?" he asked. He didn't mind helping if necessary; god knew that Danny had helped him so much recently, with the stuff with Keats and all that.
At some point during the two's interaction, Patty had wandered off. Danny looked to her direction for support, but.. nothing. Great. He had to talk about this all by himself. Or maybe he could avoid it? He didn't know. "Think so." He rubbed his eyes. "Why, you hear somethin'?"
Alex shrugged. "You just…you just seemed a bit upset and I wanted to make sure that you were alright." he replied, looking up at Danny.
"Yyyeah, you did. Damn, I need to work on my volume." Danny joked wryly, though there was barely any humor in his laugh. "Just goin' through the motions, I guess."
Alex frowned a little bit. "Ah." he replied. He wasn't quite sure what Danny meant, looking at the Werewolf.
"Relationship shit. It happens, I guess. Just sorta.." Danny waved his hand, as if that helped him explain at all. "Y'know." He took a sip of his drink. "Hey- but- man, don't let me bring you down. It's probably not that serious."
Alex blinked, eyebrows pulling together slowly. "I…don't understand, but alright." he said slowly, cocking his head.
"I really dunno how else to explain it, man. Just some shit where I didn't start it but apparently I'm like– it's my fault. Or whatever. I dunno." Danny was getting fucking tired of trying to explain it, but he knew it would be better to try and do that rather than get into a screaming match with Frasier when he inevitably tried to bring it up.
Alex frowned, remembering stuff like that happening with Keats. Where somehow everything had been his fault, even when it wasn't. "I…that's not…" he didn't know how to explain it.
"I was probably just too snappy. I'll probably talk to him later about it." Danny knew that was a lie, but whatever would get Alex to stop frowning. It sucked seeing him like that, especially when Danny knew he was why. "I dunno. Maybe I'm just drunk and I need to go to sleep." Danny barely drank at all that night compared to others, and he knew it.
Alex shook his head slightly. "It's not your fault." he replied. "If you didn't start it, then it isn't your fault." he took a deep breath, trying to relax.
"I don't even know who started it, man." Danny laughed it off, but the sound wasn't there. It was empty. "It's fine, though. I'm fine, He's.. fine? I dunno. I should go check on him, sorry." Danny rubbed his eyes. He found that his legs wouldn't let him get up, even if he wanted to.
Alex was still frowning a little bit. "Danny…" he let out a breath. "It really isn't…I don't think it's your fault." he said again, shaking his head.
"You don't have to, but like- it's fine. It's fine. I'm just gonna deal with this like the grown ass man I am." Danny shrugged. "Not.. not a problem."
Alex was still frowning. "Danny…" He said slowly. "It isn't…it doesn't sound like it's your fault, why…"
"Dude, I'm fine. Just.. I'm fine. You're doin' your own shit right now, right? You should do that." Danny mumbled, sipping his drink again. He was draining it fast, which was strange, considering he had barely been touching it just a few minutes before.
Alex bit his lip. "Are you…I…okay." he said slowly. "I see. I just wanted to help, if that was possible."
"I know, man. I really do appreciate it, it's just - I don't know how to deal with this. 'Cause I guess subconsciously I know it isn't my fault, but.. I dunno. I just sorta feel .. I dunno." Danny sounded exhausted as he spoke.
He frowned a little bit again, shaking his head. "Danny, it isn't your fault." he said again. "I…I know that much. It isn't your fault."
"Yeah. Thanks, Alex." Danny flagged Patty down again, ordering another drink.
"Sorry, honey, but no. I don't think you're in the right state to be drinkin'. I'm gonna cut you off, alright? Just finish your water." Patty said softly, pulling away Danny's alcohol and pushing his water closer to him.
"Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Pat." Danny rested his elbows on the bar, and his head in his hands. "Sorry for bein' a fucken' bummer tonight, man, I know that's not.. normal. For me."
Alex shrugged. "It's fine. We all have our off days." he replied with a faint smile.
"Thanks." Danny responded. He looked around the bar again. "Hey- uh- I'm gonna grab my guitar. I don't want anybody to fuck with it while I'm gone."
"Yeah, of course." he stepped back a little bit. "Go get it, then." he took another sip of his own drink, letting out a breath.
"Yeah." Danny got off the bar stool, though he had to take a moment after his vision blacked. Stood up too fast. He walked off to the stage area, grabbing his guitar case and coming back over, ignoring the one or two people trying to talk to him or get his attention.
Alex had ended up sitting down again, his legs dangling down towards the ground. Surprisingly enough, or maybe not so surprisingly, his legs weren't long enough for his feet to touch the ground, and he looked comically small, perched on the bar stool.
Danny sat back down, setting the guitar case between his legs. He took another sip of his water.
Alex looked over at him. "Hi." he greeted simply, swinging his feet a little bit.
