[Danny recoils, physically withdrawing into himself. He's self-depreciating enough to have stood here as long as he has, but he deserves better than this.]

Don't.

[He thrusts his hand into his hair, his cheeks flushed, and eyes wide.]

I get that you're going to do what you want to do, that I can't say anything to have you consider stopping, but don't speak to me that way. Don't mock me.

[He takes a step back, shoves his hands into his pockets, and blows out a ragged breath. Danny looks like he wants to say something else, but he doesn't. He just looks at her a moment longer, and then turns away.]