“I’m sorry about the suit,” Danny said when they pulled apart. “And the bed.”
“Pretty sure that part was my fault.” Mal looked back at his frozen mattress and sheets. It would thaw, eventually, but it would make a mess of the bedroom if he left it, and nothing could save the bed from the damage and dampness. He’d have to replace it.
“But I—”
“Forget it, Sparky. You’ll find ways to pay me back. Do you want—”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Danny said when Mal turned back to him. “Not right now.”
“Okay. Suit looks good on you. When I can see it. Meant more for Ludgate, I take it?”
“Yeah.”
“Driving you that crazy, huh?”
“Him. And other things.” They were quiet for a few moments before Danny’s eyes brightened and he refocused on Mal. “Hey, what were you going to watch before I came in? You had Netflix up.”
Mal raised an eyebrow at him but decided to be honest. “Big Trouble in Little China.”