Daniel smiled and let his cold, icy hand touch the warmth of her hand and couldn't help but smirk at her sudden reaction as she felt the icy chill of his hand. He watched her as she looked down at his hand, then grabbed his hand again and gave him a light handshake, the touch of her warm skin brushing against his felt nice, very nice it was like a warm hot chocolate milk on a cold, snowy day; her beauty seem to have drawn him and part of him wanted to have her in his arm around her so that he could cuddle for comfort - something cuddly like a small teddy bear you hug when sleeping, he never saw anyone as beautiful as she did. "Yes," he told her, smiling sheepishly at her as his eyes darted down to where she had put her hand on, on top of his cold hand. "I'm fin-," he trailed off and smiled, taking his injured arm out of sight. Blast, he thought. She found out, I probably scared her off by now. Daniel frowned and then quickly forced a smile onto his face though it was quite hard not too now that he was now sitting down and talking to an angel, the most beautiful angel ever. He had stopped in the middle of his sentence because he knew that this was his last chance to actually express his feeling, it always felt good being able to show feelings again and part of his knew that in the end there would probably be a chance that she might give him a nice hug - a hug was always nice. "I suffer depression," he smiled, sadly.