"You know they laughed when I went to apply to the Academy? They laughed. Like who did I think I was, laughed. Told Mac not to hire me. That he'd regret it. And fuck if I ever make him regret it. I just get ahead of the evidence sometimes is all. My emotions go... crazy like I can't keep it all inside like they do." And now he was rambling, standing still with Buffy's arms wrapped around him from behind and smoking his cigarette.

"I'm supposed to go talk to some shrink or talk to them about this shit. Like they ever talk to me. They never do. Just cause I extroverted in how I feel about things and they aren't. The times when I'm quiet about somethin' bad... they think I'm closin' off from them. Fuck that." Danny cursed, drawing another long drag of his cigarette. He had no clue how Buffy was keeping up with his disjointed thoughts, or even if she was.

But he kept going. "I have to try a hundred percent harder than all of them just to keep my damn job. They don't know. They don't know what it's like. And I mean I know that for a fact. They all come from... great families. Cop families and doctors and lawyers... Good... really intelligent people. And I can keep up, I'm not stupid, you know? I got street smarts. Never was in that gang though... just couldn't."