Denny makes sure to get across on Age Old Hunger that he’s always willing to stick his neck out for love, that he’s always willing to try it on for size. He’s never found love or the tenderness of it to be deplorable. Some things are just what they are maybe. Some things need to be tart and so teeth-breakingly, chokingly sweet to be what they really are and Denny couldn’t be a better interpreter. He makes love feel like a raging wildfire, the Arctic Ocean, a sucker punch and a vaccine. He makes it feel like no matter the setbacks, no matter what the potential drawbacks could possibly be, you should cannonball right into the deep end. He makes it feel like you took a nasty spill on a gravel road and you’re sitting along the ditch picking dusty rocks from your skin. He also makes it feel like this weird rebirth, the one that we’ve always longed for post-crisis. He will turn you cathartic if you allow it to happen.