"I didn't need to hear that," Danny winces, pushing himself up and skirting off the bed. He grabs a tissue from a nightstand, wiping leftover gel off his hands and dealing with the rest. He groans when he bends down to pick up his tee shirt and pulls a clean pair of shorts from a drawer.

"What do you want me to say?" He asks when he returns to the bed, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress by Hedwig. His shorts are on but the shirt is still clasped in his hands. It's clear from his quiet tone that he's asking genuinely.