[A/N: a continuation of Stuck and Regret. AKA the never-ending saga of Space Obsessed Danny!]
Danny sat curled up on his bed, knees to his chest, with his back pressed against the headboard. He didn't know how he was going to go to school tomorrow after what had happened.
He hardly knew what had happened himself.
How had he gone from ending his tutoring session with Wes to fight Skulker, to blathering like an idiot over a rock?
No, he knew how. He let himself get carried away, too swept up in his own excitement. Danny sighed and hugged his pillow even tighter, he must have sounded so stupid.
The knock on his door drew him out of his mental spiral, if only just.
"Hey Danny, it's me. Can I come in?" His sister asked.
Great, they told her, didn't they? "Go away Jazz."
"Come on Danny, I just want to talk."
"Isn't that all you ever want to do?" He grumbled.
Jazz took that as admittance and slipped inside. "I heard what happened."
"Figures." He huffed in defiance and turned invisible. If she insisted on talking it didn't mean she could stare.
"Danny." She chided, "why are you hiding?"
"Because I don't want you psychoanalyzing me."
She sat on the edge of his bed, "I just want to make sure you're okay."
He sighed and faded back into view. "I'm fine Jazz. I just-" he really didn't want to admit how embarrassed he felt.
"You just what?"
"I just can't believe I was such a dweeb in front of Wes of all people. He's gonna tell everyone what a big dork I am, and I'll never live it down."
"Oh, you're just embarrassed."
"Of course I am!" He blurted out then hesitated, what did she mean by just? "What were you thinking?"
"Nothing! I was just- it doesn't matter." She quickly composed herself before adding, "I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think. And besides, what's wrong with having interests?"
"Easy for you to say." He let the pillow fall out of his grip, "your interests make you sound smarter. I sound like a babbling five-year-old."
"You don't sound like a five-year-old." She started but he cut her off.
"I named a rock, Jazz. A chunk of the ground that just got caught up in my ghost energy or whatever and I claimed it as a planet and named it."
"Speaking of," she wrung her hands together nervously and Danny wasn't sure why. "Where is it?"
Danny shrugged, "don't know. It stopped hanging around when I changed back."
"Oh." Jazz was quiet for a moment, contemplating.
Danny hated being in the stoplight like this, he had to break the tension, "What?"
"You don't mind that it's gone?"
He shrugged. He really wasn't sure what to think of it. If anything, he didn't want to think about it at all. He wasn't sure he'd be able to get his head out of the clouds so easily next time.