Danny shuts the bedroom door behind him out of habit and slides back into bed. The early morning, Steve's position, and his exhaustion make him want to do nothing more than curl up for a while. His t-shirt is sticky to his chest, as are his cotton pajama pants, but as he drapes one leg over Steve's hips, they feel all right to him. "Well, I got a genuine hotass in my bed, naked. I gotta be dreaming."