Tapping the cards gently against the coffee table, Danny sets them down alongside the remote, springing easily to his feet to join her. It's ludicrous, honestly. He usually avoids making serious friends for reasons similar to this. Usually serial killers aren't involved, but the fact remains, he doesn't have the first clue how to handle things. He wants to help, he actually, honestly does, but it's beyond him to do much more than stand awkwardly near her. He'd be more in his element in a straitjacket, and Henley's the escapist. "What can I do?"