"He's in a breed of his own!" Danny yelps, gesturing passionately at the now blank television screen. He sniffs then, glancing over at his friend, hunched and clearly agitated. Normally Danny would reach over and give the back of his neck a comforting squeeze but he keeps his hands to himself. This time.

Shifting up to the arm of the couch, giving them a little more space between them, Danny swallows and twists to face Hedwig's direction. He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees in an almost mirror image.

"A bit," he eventually answers in a low tone. But not so much that he can't remember everything from that night. "You?"