#wash your hair let it airdry and don't touch it

[chiarrara]

literally ran out of tags ranting omg

[creepling]

this might be a heavy-ish topic perhaps? but i feel danny would be a really good partner to someone struggling with depression? he just gives the vibes of someone who’d be patient with that kind of struggle and more ):

yes yes YES

danny has depression, i imagine he takes pills for 'fatigue' and 'low mood' which were the exact words the doctors used (taboo and all). juggling a part-time job and college, he is hanging on by a thread. it made it hit harder to find out you also have depression, because you're the light that entered his life. for the first time in forever he thought about his future, his passions and goals, and he wanted you to be a part of it.

on the days it's hard to convince you of your worth, danny takes the day slow. he cleans the house, runs you a bath, makes sure you drink water. sometimes on his hard days, he will just sink lower into the bed, arm stretched over you. giving you space, but reminding you of his presence. he is willing to fight the pain and numbness to see to you. he doesn't realise it makes you feel guilty, that he denies his own struggle to see to you. you start to feel like a burden, and your aloofness is apparent. but danny is patient, he knows the feeling all to well.

it quickly became routine on the hard days that sometimes it's just better to change the setting. in your case, that's from the bedroom to the living room. danny takes you to the bathroom and you shower together, letting the water soothe your sore limbs as you wash each others hair. you help each other change into clean loungewear, and danny picks out one of his band t-shirts you like to steal. you let your hair airdry on the couch, zoning out to the television. you cry about nothing in particular, and danny holds you, kissing your head, taking in the scent of your shampoo. you're okay, sweetheart, you're okay. his touch is light, ready to remove himself if you don't recipracate it. he holds back his own tears. as hard as it is, he knows this is better than if you were alone. he gives you space, laying you gently on the couch and musters the energy to make a snack. from the kitchenette he watches you, thinking things over, reminding himself of the light within you. it might not shine today, tomorrow, but it will soon. he knows it will.