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There are moments in Danny's life that he's proud of. There's ones that he's okay with shoving under the carpet, too. The more he thinks about it, the more he thinks that this one right here is gonna be in the latter category.
He's wound up in the rec room with Zulu on the couch next to him -- laying contentedly over Danny's thigh with his chin pressed firm against the muscle, like he tends to do when he gets exhausted -- and there's a notebook open at his side with scribbled ideas about wedding vows and bachelor party ideas and the like. Idly, he's scratching the dog's head, but neither the puppy or the book has his attention because he's found one of the best treasure troves yet -- Enemy Mine.
He's just gotten to the part that gets him, well, it gets him a little verklempt, he's not too macho to deny this fact. There may be a little hint of a tear in his eye, maybe a little glazed look to the seeing area of his visage, but it means nothing beyond the fact that he is enjoying a classic cinematic experience that other people would appreciate just as much as he does, if they know what it's like to have a kid. There's a part of him that thinks that he might not be so much of a mess if he had Gracie there with him, but that's just not in the cards, is it?
So instead, he's got a film. He has got an excellent film and he's got a dog and he has scribbled and half-hearted wedding plans that he's not sure of. He might or might not be using the film to avoid the plans, but he'll evaluate the possibility of that later, when he's not at his favorite part.
He pulls in a good deep breath -- not a sniff, most definitely not a sniff -- and pats Zulu's head appreciatively when the dog lets out a soft whine as if in commiseration. "Yeah, buddy," Danny murmurs fondly, "You get what I'm feeling, here."
[He's watching this scene of the movie. All mocking is welcome and encouraged. ST/LT welcome]
He's wound up in the rec room with Zulu on the couch next to him -- laying contentedly over Danny's thigh with his chin pressed firm against the muscle, like he tends to do when he gets exhausted -- and there's a notebook open at his side with scribbled ideas about wedding vows and bachelor party ideas and the like. Idly, he's scratching the dog's head, but neither the puppy or the book has his attention because he's found one of the best treasure troves yet -- Enemy Mine.
He's just gotten to the part that gets him, well, it gets him a little verklempt, he's not too macho to deny this fact. There may be a little hint of a tear in his eye, maybe a little glazed look to the seeing area of his visage, but it means nothing beyond the fact that he is enjoying a classic cinematic experience that other people would appreciate just as much as he does, if they know what it's like to have a kid. There's a part of him that thinks that he might not be so much of a mess if he had Gracie there with him, but that's just not in the cards, is it?
So instead, he's got a film. He has got an excellent film and he's got a dog and he has scribbled and half-hearted wedding plans that he's not sure of. He might or might not be using the film to avoid the plans, but he'll evaluate the possibility of that later, when he's not at his favorite part.
He pulls in a good deep breath -- not a sniff, most definitely not a sniff -- and pats Zulu's head appreciatively when the dog lets out a soft whine as if in commiseration. "Yeah, buddy," Danny murmurs fondly, "You get what I'm feeling, here."
[He's watching this scene of the movie. All mocking is welcome and encouraged. ST/LT welcome]