Bully Me
He'd proven time and time again he needed no help in fights, even against groups of older guys, but everyone needed friends.
'Why me, though?' Sam wondered. 'Why was I deemed worthy of being his friend?'
Once Danny had paid the lady he bounced back over and handed out the drinks, giving Sam a needy looking smile as he passed him not one but two energy drinks.
"I—I didn't know which flavour you wanted," Danny explained, seeming almost nervous.
"Aww, either would have been fine," he said before noticing Danny didn't have a drink for himself. "You want one? Tropical or original?"