Honestly, even if he had gotten hurt, itâs not like Daniel is the type to hold it against someone, especially not a stranger, especially not someone who looks quite a few years younger than him. Besides, itâs obvious that heâs sorry for it, apologetic, and thatâs more than enough to make any annoyance over being knocked off his feet blow away like the insignificant triviality that it is.
He almost wants to laugh, because it seems like theyâre both the type to push aside concern; it isnât that he doesnât believe the other either, but thereâs still the echo of an image of his face scrunched up in obvious pain, so he canât help but remain worried. Had they been friends, he probably would have pushed the matter verbally, but it isnât really his business to do so with someone that he doesnât know.
Though⌠Then he goes and introduces himself, and he fumbles with his ability to answer in his surprise. ââSinâ..? Is that some sort of stage name, huh?â Itâs a joke, a somewhat ironic one considering Danielâs career as well as mostly a private wisecrack because heâs almost positive that the younger kid doesnât know who he is in the slightest. âA drink sounds great. Thereâs a convenience store right at the corner up ahead, so itâs not that far.â And he lifts a hand to point down the alleyway.
âDaniel. Iâm Daniel,â he adds after a beat, as if heâd completely forgotten to introduce himself, and⌠Huh. Itâs still weird to introduce himself in such a way rather than by his association with his musical group. Still, the smile on his lips is sincere, friendly, and he nods in the direction heâd previously pointed at. âLetâs get a drink and check on your knees where we have better lighting.â Thatâs right, heâs not quite letting it go yet.
The question has Sin chuckling quietly. While itâs not a stage name per se, itâs still very close to one. But itâs not as if itâd be a good name. No one would want to call him God because that just sounds⌠egotistical. Even if the name was pulled because HOME considered him to be the God of His Own Story. And he just thought the name Sin fit him better than his real name. It was so far from it that he didnât have to worry about someone calling him something close to it. Could forget that he was a runaway from an abusive past for a little while.
So with an amused smile, he shakes his head. âUnfortunately my life isnât that interesting.â He glances at the direction the other is pointing in and nods his head, he slowly starts making his way towards the direction, hoping the strangerâ Daniel? â will follow along. Itâs kind of embarrassing how he stumbles along, his legs feeling shaky still and weak since heâs not use to running like that; and because his balance is still thrown off. Not to mention, thereâs also the pain in his knees, but he tries to hide that.â Even despite the other male commenting on it. Dang.
A frown still pulls at his lips; Sin isnât good at foreign names and itâs obvious that the otherâs name is foreign. âCan I call you Niel?â He asks, after a moment of hesitation. He doesnât know anyone else by that name, doesnât know itâs the other maleâs stage name. Simply wants to use that because it seems the easiest to say; less syllables to stumble over, too.
