Donning on sneakers put him exactly two inches taller than without, still short in comparison to the other man but slightly less now. The fact he had to tilt his eyes up to look at Tristan didn't seem to bother Danny anyways, the blonde sliding his wallet into his back pocket as he made his way to reconvene with the duo. His hand moved out to take the leash but diverted in direction, choosing to pet the dog behind his ears instead.
Tris could get the honor of walking Gats out - goodness knew Danny had ample opportunity over the past week to walk his furry companion and probably several more years of it to come.
"I just wanna do right by Gatsby, that's all."
The admission was quiet as he spoke, Tristan's words repeating themselves in his mind. The concept made sense, really, it just sounded unappealing in practice. Put a dog in a grated box until the owner was ready for them to come out? Yikes.
This was why he needed to stop overthinking things, clearly.
Hand on the front door, he twisted the nob and took a step back, allowing his co-dad and dog-son to leave first, hand fidgeting around with the handle to lock it as they left.
"Lead the way then, fellow dog-father. I'm assuming you may know of a place that we can check out?"
Nuxaz
finish us up, boo <333
