It's not like Danny's looking closely anyway, not yet, more intent on kissing her, his hand splayed across her ribs as he stops in her doorway. He unfastens her bra easily enough, hand sliding up to cup her breast as he backs her towards the doorframe. He'd been a little worried on his way over, his usual confidence just a little bit dimmed in the face of what he knows. He cares about her, he honestly does, and the last thing he wants is to fuck this up. It's not even about the sex. There are other women in Darrow, and though Molly's good and a sure thing, both definite checks in her favor, he'd get on fine if they weren't sleeping together. With what she's already been through, though, he doesn't want to hurt her, and it isn't something he's used to having to think about.