Danny hasn't really thought beyond the kiss. To be honest, he hadn't really thought before the kiss either, but here they are.

For a second he thinks the palm on his chest is there to push him away, so he instinctively deepens the kiss, shifting his hands to take a more determined hold of Hedwig's face. One thumb rubs minutely over a cheek.

Everything last week went by in such a blur, it all happened so quickly. Danny didn't have a chance to fully appreciate the simpler things like a kiss. The bubbling vulnerability he can feel lurking just beneath his skin is a strong reminder why he'd been okay with rushing through this part the first time.

"Seven," he murmurs, hoping this joke isn't as poorly timed. "I'm gonna need PT for the neckache I'm gonna get from kissing you from down here."