Nodding, Danny wandered off to the bathroom, eager to get clean. ...He felt filthy.

No, he felt like filth. He supposed there was a difference.

He returned nearly an hour later, skin still pink but dry now, wearing a pair of briefs and a t-shirt that hung to his mid thigh. One of Hex's, he realised belatedly. Groggy, he sank onto the sofa and let his bones rest.