Picturing his mother's trauma-filled face when he delivers the devastating news that her blanket has been forcibly taken into evidence by the police? So not the image Danny wants in his mind right now. And yet.

His hands roam their way up to Hedwig's shoulders as he returns a hungry kiss, belt dangling down his back. And then Hedwig's hand is somewhere new entirely and his mother's face is filled with fresh trauma.

"You have got to be kidding me," he gasps upon breaking the kiss. Quickly realising how that sounds, Danny balls a fist against his forehead and brings it down firmly on Hedwig's shoulder, head bowing to review the situation down south.

"That is, that is good." He lets out a breathy sigh. "That is really good." Dammit. "Okay. Gotta catch you up," he encourages, pinching at Hedwig's shirt by the shoulders.