He picks up where Miguel leaves off. Boba's surliness reminds him of his own daughter. She was closed-off, withdrawn, defensive too, but underneath that she was affectionate and funny and clever and creative and lonely. Dan suspects if he invests time and patience in Boba, he might find similar treasures.
"Very red. Poisonous, too, so North keeps them out of reach of the elves because they ain't got the sense God gave a doorknob." Dan says that with the same sort of exasperated warmth he would use for a beloved puppy that chews on shoes or a toddler that throws food at the wall.
He puts his hands in his pockets, figuring he can repurpose some ribbon from elsewhere later, and gestures with his nose towards the doorway. He gives Boba plenty of time to avoid his personal space bubble as he telegraphs that he's going out that direction.
"I got a bunch of it in my room. Pop of color keeps me a little saner during the winter. Makes me forget we're on an iceberg with two hours of sunlight a day."
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"Very red. Poisonous, too, so North keeps them out of reach of the elves because they ain't got the sense God gave a doorknob." Dan says that with the same sort of exasperated warmth he would use for a beloved puppy that chews on shoes or a toddler that throws food at the wall.
He puts his hands in his pockets, figuring he can repurpose some ribbon from elsewhere later, and gestures with his nose towards the doorway. He gives Boba plenty of time to avoid his personal space bubble as he telegraphs that he's going out that direction.
"I got a bunch of it in my room. Pop of color keeps me a little saner during the winter. Makes me forget we're on an iceberg with two hours of sunlight a day."