They leave enough to the imagination that the imagination is being put to work, Jesus Mary and Joseph. It's not like he has anything to be embarrassed about, yet Daniel is faintly embarrassed for him. He can hear Louis' voice in his memory, on days when he's a plump 139.
Still doesn't look away, though.
"Do I look like I'm here to swim?" he retorts. It would probably be good for him, but that's never really influenced his decision. His arms are folded, trying to seem unflappable and unflappéd. 'No, I'm here for you. To talk." To apologise, but he'll never admit that and it won't happen aloud.
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Still doesn't look away, though.
"Do I look like I'm here to swim?" he retorts. It would probably be good for him, but that's never really influenced his decision. His arms are folded, trying to seem unflappable and unflappéd. 'No, I'm here for you. To talk." To apologise, but he'll never admit that and it won't happen aloud.