Steve looks back and forth between Danny and his own pants practically around his ankles and shifts to rise with a sigh, hoisting the pants back up over his hips as he yanks the belt tight. "Come on. You honestly mean to tell me you wouldn't have done the exact same thing if I'd ripped your pants off?" he adds, trying to ignore the sensation of feeling like he's gotten sand everywhere as he starts traipsing back towards the hut.