"I do know that," Danny argues, a sincerity in his voice. At least he knows where he is when they're disagreeing about something. "Do you wanna know how I know? Because you've told me it's gonna happen literally thousands of times. You told everybody back in New York who stood still for longer than a second exactly how it's gonna happen," he continues, a thumb chucked over his shoulder and half a smile on his face. "You've stopped strangers in the street before to share the minute details of your wedding night. It doesn't get to not happen for someone like you."