There's little point in doing that, Danny thinks, since he's going to have to do a big load tomorrow for his bed sheets and pillow cases and a flannel or two flannels and if things go better than last time, some morning shower towels, the rug on his floor, potentially his couch cushion covers...

"Sorry." Danny finishes folding the t-shirt into a neat square, placing it on top of the blanket and putting both on the table beside them. Then he takes the belt from Hedwig's grasp and starts to roll one end up around a fist.

Instead of adding it to the pile though, Danny stops a third of the way and whips the loose end around the back of Hedwig's ass with a satisfying smack, grabbing the other end and securing it around his free hand. A rough tug brings Hedwig's body flush against his own, at which point it's made abundantly clear that what Danny is ready to do is not laundry.