"Because people have darkness in them, all people. The fact that you like someone doesn’t mean you’d be good to them, not you but in general,” Kieran told him, emphasising had he hadn’t specifically meant him.
Danko’s brows stitched together, unclear about the explanation. “But why wouldn’t people be good or nice to whom they like? They like them, right, so why wouldn’t they be nice?”
"Maybe. You don’t look sheltered, you talk kind of sheltered. By looks I wouldn’t have necessarily guessed.”
“I talk like I’m sheltered?” His second attempt; he tried to speak with conviction to little avail. “How can I sound sheltered? How can anyone sound sheltered?”
“Though you did admit you could use some action, so you might not be as sheltered as you think.”
Did he? Did he admit that he could use some action? Danko had thought he had questioned it but perhaps it had come across that way. Whatever the case, Danko knew he didn’t want to let Kieran see how uneasy this made him. Trying to hold his composure, he replied with something that Quillian would say, “Guess you don’t know me from just this first glance. You’ve have to see me outside of this dank uniform to see what I’m really like.” An awkward smirk-like smile spread across his face, his attempt wasn’t quite Quillian-esque.
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