Danny walking away does give me a moment to catch my breath, but it's hardly worth it.

"It's a shirt, not a Rubik's cube!" I snap, standing there with his belt in hand that had been pulled free when he decided now was a good time for chores. Is he going to fold all items of clothing as they come off? If so, I'm glad I decided to skip out underwear tonight. "Do you want to go put a load of laundry in the wash, too...?"

Heaven help him if he says yes.