"Laundry," Danny says, shaking his head. "Everything's drying on the line, so instead of having decent clothes that fit, it was either your cargo pants or I wore those short shorts that I refuse to wear outside of the bedroom," is all he has to say on that subject. He pushes a hand through his hair, grateful that it's back to its normal length again. "What's the matter, Steven, you like them on me or something?"