"It's all temporary," Danny replies, in a matter-of-fact tone. "We never know how long anything will last. And when I die again, I want some good memories in my head when I'm flashing back through my whole life."

He rests an elbow on the edge of the picnic table, then shrugs that one shoulder and leans his head in his hand. "Life's hard enough without actively denying what could make you happy."