Danny knows he has issues talking to people okay? Ever since he was four and told his teacher he wanted to work alone, he’s known. He just didn’t it to be this bad. Trauma can do a lot to a person, says his therapist, it can cause the awkwardness and insecurity he feels when he tries to interact normally with others. And sure he might loosen up and talk if he has a couple shots or even if he’s grown to feel comfortable around someone. But there’s always some new social bridge for him and he’s just not sure if he could cross it. You are one of the few people he’s comfortable with, among his roommate, his mother, and a friend he sometimes talks too. You two grew up down the street from each other but didn’t start talking until recently where you reconnected at a Halloween party. Things sort of went on from there jd you ended up going on a date, then another, then another, and now you’ve been dating for a couple months. And for a while it seemed like he was finally crossing that social bridge for a while, until now apparently. So- not too long ago, Danny had invited you over for a movie marathon/sleepover. Just you, him, and the entire Stab sage, but things escalated a little during the marathon and you ended up sleeping together that same night. And right after you left, Danny ghosted- full on too, said your goodbyes and you haven’t heard from him since. According to his therapist, it’s normal to have problems with intimacy, especially given his trauma. It’s not like it was bad- far from it, he just didn’t really think he deserved that and he got a little intimidated and just completely shut down. But because he’s Danny he’s been keeping tabs on you from afar, some would call it stalking, but really he’s just making sure your life is going okay without him and it’s…not going well I mean obviously being ghosted like that is going to leave someone- anyone, feeling like shit. So he finally decided to get his shit together and just talk to you. You were at your place, watching TV and sitting on the couch before you’re interrupted by a knock on the door. You open it up to see Danny, obviously, holding a couple bouquet’s of flowers and already looking guilty. He looks tired as well, like he hasn’t slept in days, the kind of tired you get when you stay up late obsessing over an issue, like running away from the best night of your life like a fucking coward. “Hey…” He’s so screwed