Chapter summary:
Maybe if Danny kept his distance, they wouldn't get hurt.
Kind of strayed from the original drawing (which can be found here: post/618815978477912064/day-22-isolation-what-if-danny-had-started) but oh well
"Danny, you coming?"
The halfa looked up at Sam, her purple eyes curious. They had made plans to go to the Nasty Burger after school, and Danny was lagging behind.
"Uh, you know what? My parents just texted me," he said, smiling and waving the flip phone that rested in his hand. "They need help in the lab."
"Dude, really?" asked Tucker. "They've needed help in the lab for a whole week. You sure you're not just avoiding us? Did we do something wrong?"
"No!" he exclaimed, waving Tucker off. "Of course not. Mom and dad have just been working on something recently."
His two friends gave looked at one another a concerned look. "If you say so," muttered Sam, clearly not convinced. "But if it turns out you need to talk about something-"
"Your here for me, yeah yeah," he said before turning on his heel and walking off. "Bye."
The was a beat of silence, before the two teens said a quiet, "bye, Danny."
The moment Danny rounded a corner, he felt his smile fade into a frown. He knew he shouldn't be pushing them away. He knew that would do more harm than good, but he couldn't risk their lives.
Not after seeing that future.
Just because the future he visited didn't exist anymore, that didn't mean his friends and family were safe from harm.
Safe from him.
He just needed to be alone.
It was for the best.
...Right?