Danny let out a sigh of relief, his tension easing a bit as he listened to Kavi. The warmth in Kavi’s voice reminded him of the kindness he always perceived in him. “I’m really glad you’re okay with it,” Danny said, a hopeful smile beginning to form on his lips. “I want to support you, you know? I just didn’t want to overstep or make things awkward. I really—” Danny paused, chewing on his words as he collected his thoughts. “I really admire how you handle everything,” he continued, sincerity flooding his tone. “It’s really inspiring. I mean, I can hardly handle a bad haircut without crying,” he joked, a smile playing on his lips. “And here you are making jokes about something so personal. I just want to be a good friend and not accidentally stumble into awkward territory.”
Danny then nodded slowly, his brow furrowing in thought as he processed Kavi’s words. “Alsooooo… Your parents?” he asked softly, concern washing over his features. “What do you mean by that?” He hesitated for a moment, leaning in slightly, his instincts telling him to tread carefully.
“I don’t know how good it is but my camera records sound and I brought the right film for it.” Danny smiled, “maybe I’ll yet get to serenade you and your camera then, yeah?” he said, gently playing an imaginary guitar, lightly bopping his head to a soundless chorus. Cogs turning in time with Kavi’s.
“This is amazing.” Danny had been completely absorbed in watching Kavi’s reactions, captivated by the way his expressions changed with each image. He couldn’t help but smile—who wouldn’t? “This one looks really good.” Kavi said, his finger hovering over a vibrant picture of a dish. Danny’s gaze lingered on Kavi’s face. It was all about the food, of course, but something inside Danny urged him to pull back and focus. He really needed to rein in his thoughts. “Let’s keep an eye out for that one,” he answered, earnestly.
“You might be giving me too much credit but I’ll be sure to go easy on you.” Danny let out a playful scoff as they approached the beanbag game, his excitement palpable. “Wow, how gracious of you,” Danny replied, rolling his eyes, though he couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at his lips. “But I’m still going to aim for the win. And when I do, I expect a full celebration—fireworks, confetti, the whole shebang.”
As they reached the game, Danny observed the setup closely. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got, Mr. Singh,” he said, picking up a beanbag and tossing it in a test throw. It landed well short of the target, and his face twisted into a grimace. “That—that was a practice shot,” he assured, but not without a playful shake of his head.
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