"Oh, good," Danny mutters with a roll of his eyes. "I was hoping we'd play this track again because the first two hundred times weren't annoying enough," he says, stripping off the jersey and sliding into the bra that pinches way too hard against the ribcage because Danny might be short, but he's not as slim as Kono is. He slides into the stockings and clips them, reaching for the shirt to button it up.