He triumphantly extricates a shirt at the same time he hears a faint cough behind him. Daniel freezes, unwilling to turn around and face the sight he knows is directly behind him because he stupidly, stupidly forgot to close the door, who even does that. Also his face is burning, so. Yes. He is very adamantly not going to turn around in this case.

"Um, right. Okay," says Daniel, as steadily as he can despite the mild thrill of alarm and self-consciousness that's currently pulling all his blood flow to his ears, still refusing to turn around. He is terrified to turn around, ridiculous as it is. "I will. Thanks."