"Reuven you don't understand," Danny said firmly, "I learned a whole new language for this genius, and it's a bust! A bust! Freud is indecipherable!"
Danny grunted and leaned back on his chair. I sighed and leaned over closer to him.
"I don't know what to say Danny-" I started before Danny stood up quickly.
"Of course you don't. You don't understand. You don't understand anything. I'm dealing with my father, his stupid silence, this silencing religion and you don't know what to say. You never understand anything. Not my father, not me, not life, only stupid logic problems."
He began to walk back and forth behind my chair his hands gesticulating but no words coming out of his mouth.
"That was mean Danny," I muttered as I stood up.
I looked at him for a second, frantically pacing back and forth, his hands bouncing up and down nervously. I reached out and took his arm, forcing him to stop and look at me. He halted with a huff and looked down and his feet.
One lone tear ran down his face. I reached up, tracing my finger along his jaw, feeling the coarse hair that had begun to sprout. I ended my fingers on his chin and lifted it so that he was looking at me.
"Danny, are you okay?" I asked him, looking directly into his blue eyes.
"No," he responded quietly. "Is there anything I can do? Do you need to talk?" I asked gently.
"No Reuven, you don't understand. I just need you. Here for me. Don't leave okay?" he said flatly.
"I'm here," I said, smiling faintly. "I won't leave you."
Then I let my hand drop to his arm and I pulled him close to me and he relaxed to my touch for a second before I pulled away.
"It's getting late though Danny, we should go home."
