[The words sting, if only a bit. Danny turns away from them, facing the City once more.]
I'm not my dad, Orson.
[Okay, fine. Looking back at Orson.]
And you've done more for me than he did. So... [He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes. Thinks about his next words carefully. So much emotion is floating around him, swirling around, confusing him. Finally, he settles on a word, chewing on his bottom lip as he speaks.]
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I'm not my dad, Orson.
[Okay, fine. Looking back at Orson.]
And you've done more for me than he did. So... [He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes. Thinks about his next words carefully. So much emotion is floating around him, swirling around, confusing him. Finally, he settles on a word, chewing on his bottom lip as he speaks.]
... Thanks.