"Danny," he replied, studying the man curiously with eyes that saw more than most people expected them to. Danny wore the face of a young man who'd not treated himself well. Gaunt, pale, with lines and marks born from years of clubbing and drugs, rather than age. Cleaning up his act hadn't faded them at all.

"I'm not anxious though. I don't know what's causing the shaking. ...Side effect of my medication, for all I know."