To be touched, truly touched, that’s what I’m looking for. To unfold at the brush of skin like a rare flower blooming. To be surfaced at the curl of fingertips around my soul. I am tired of shallow fun. I want my heart to shudder at a touch, to whisper, here, here, it’s all yours.
—  Beau Taplin || T h e  T o u c h 
Crashing || Danny & Jo

Jo walked into the local diner-the one Danny and herself often visited to talk and just be..,, Normal she knew that was all Danny wanted…, to be viewed as a normal human being rather than a socio. She sat down, and grabbed a menu. Shortly after, she checked her watch. 3:30 pm. Where the hell was he anyways?