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[Daneca tries to open her mouth to say something, but there's a lump in her throat and she has to look away.]

[She was wondering what was eating away at him underneath the surface. What it was that he was holding to himself and trying to find a way to tell her. Daneca had no idea what it could be, but this never crossed her mind. His girlfriend died. His girlfriend died and here she is flirting with him and holding his hand and--

[No.]

[Daneca tells herself firmly that this isn't about her. This is about Scott and this is about Allison.]

[She swallows and exhales sharply, blinking back the wetness in her eyes when she looks back up at Scott. Daneca lets go of Scott's hand, rising somewhat on her tiptoes to throw her arms around his neck.]

I'm sorry, Scott, [she says, barely above a whisper.]

[Daneca cradles the back of his head with a hand.] I'm so sorry.