From S7:
And he also felt foolish. They had, essentially, broken up the night Roddy died on the wet road back to Richmond. Danny had, essentially, decided he didn't want to be with Roddy anymore. So Roddy was gone - isn't that what he'd secretly, deep below the surface in the cold tanks inside, wanted? Thank God he hadn't told anyone what he'd been thinking before he got the news. And now, he never would. He shifted his stance. He wanted a Coke. He couldn't look Marina in the eye.
"But Danny, you can't hide away like a turtle in this... mall!" They looked around together - at the faux-wood kiosks selling spinning colored toys and translation software, at the abstract-but-comforting "sculpture" hanging from the sky-lit ceiling 100 feet above. Danny was hurt, again. He actually loved this mall. It's shell was solid and inside there was food and warmth.
"Marina," he started, catching the time above him, still avoiding the look on her face. Two minutes to go. He still wanted a Cinnabon and a Coke, and he wasn't going to let her see him scarf it down. "I do love you, but my break's over. I have to go."
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