If she weren't crying, Danny might make a defensive comment and demand whether he's just chopped liver, then. Instead, he lets it pass, bringing her into the spare bedroom and helping her onto the bed, rocking her slightly as he wraps a hand around her and rubs at her back. "Shh, shh, hey, it's okay, you're gonna be okay."
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Date: 2011-08-26 07:16 pm (UTC)