"Yeah, sure," Danny says. On an impulse, he steps towards her once he's off the bed, but he curbs the instinct to kiss her hair and moves away again. She needs space, not him acting like a worried boyfriend. He's worried, but nothing else about it would be right. "Just a sec."

It doesn't take long to head into her kitchen, find a glass, and fill it. He stalls a little, not wanting to head back too quickly, not sure what counts as too long. After a couple of minutes, though, waiting around makes no sense, and he returns to the room, holding out the glass to her. "How're you feeling?"