The slip of paper with the number

“Nah, one found her way. The other one is still a struggling piece of shit, one bottle of vodka away from broken liver by the way. Cheers” he argued before he lifted his glass of water at her like he was making a toast out of it. He had hoped for his tapwater to turn into tasteless vodka but it was in fact stoll just water. He placed he glass back on the table before he started his talk of their luck, feeling himself getting emotional just as he spoke about it. He knew Baal wouldnt ever want to see him and he just had to somehow accept it. The last thing he wanted was if Baal was pressued into seeing eye to eye with him. He just couldnt look at the man he had called his bestfriend and risk seeing the masked hostility behind his eyes.
He didnt mind Nelinha touching him or to even go as far to wrap her arm around him and lean her head onto his shoulder. He instinctlively leaned his body a little towards her to somehow subtly show that he wasnt turning the comfort down. “I knew what was gonna happen all too well. And I still did it,” he said lifting his hand away to blink the wetness away. He had been taught to never cry, at least not if he wanted to be seen as a man. He carefully moved his hand up to hers, letting his fingers gently brush hers before touching them fully and carefully to entangle their hands - Not that he was trying to do anything else than let her feel his emotions so she could judge whether to believe him or not. But it was also a vice versa thing, he had to know if she would fear him which he thought she would. “I’m a murderer Nelinha. I dont deserve no sympathy,” he said looking at their hands when he couldnt look into her eyes.

“Maybe I dont deserve it,” he argued, frowning a little at himself. He didnt think he was being unreasonable to himself, it was afterall a situation he had caused on his own decision to do so. He just couldnt look at her, though her kiss on his cheek made him close his eyes for a bit. “Not... deserving,” he mumbled but it felt wrong to ever deny a woman whatever she wanted - It was just how he had always been. Her whisper brought a promise, open up and let himself be accepted, which seemed both easy and difficult. He wanted to open up and let her in but at the same time he felt like tearing off the bandaid would cause a string of new and old emotions that he had been trying to drown. He would definitely just reverse back to his former self and resume the drunkard lifestyle. “I can wish to do better all I want, but it wont bring back her mom” he said turning his eyes to look at her, before looking down. Her eyes were closed anyway and he didnt mind that. He looked at their hands instead and closed his eyes to feel her emotions, his hand slowly untangling as he led her hand to his neck, running her fingertips along his skin. He felt bad for making her feel how he felt but she would also feel how him being allowed to feel her feelings too were calming him down, like a beacon to suck up all the bad and highlight the small goods. Sure to an outsider their little touching session would definitely seem like something suggestive or even romantic but Daniel hadnt even thought of that. “I’m scared,” he admitted, though he knew she probably had felt it long before he said it.

It felt nice to sit here and not feel as left alone to his issues as he had before. So he might have exposed himself and his feelings a little more than he had intended, which soon to proved to be an embarassment, at least inside the lycan’s own head. The crunch was enough to grasp his attention, making him turn his head to look at the redhead that stood in the doorway with her bowl of cereal. He was surprised but either it was the hangover or pure luck that his face displayed no change. He frowned a little as he eyed the food, feeling his stomach twist and turn at the thought of eating. He just grabbed his water and took a long sip while the two sisters conversed. He looked at her hand at the introduction, still holding the glass to his mouth. Looking up from her hand to her eyes, he placed down the glass before grabbing her hand, "You too," he said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.
The fact that he couldnt feel her feelings like he had with Nelinha didnt spark any curiousity in the moment. From what Daniel had learned about feeling other’s emotions were that many could hide theirs well, and he wasnt going to question this girl about hers in the peak of hangover-hours. He carefully got up from the sofa to stretch his legs, walking around a little more sure as he looked out the window for a second. Going back, he felt much better, looking at Kassia’s bowl with intent before he quite sneakingly stole it from her hands in a smooth motion, “Excuse me, this looks very nice,” he mumbled with half a smile before wandering back to the sofa with her bowl to sit and eat.