Fortunately, Daniel was focusing on the fact he was going to have to get back out the door of R1, and nobody had said the word "date" around him. He looked presentable, at least, for someone who had not taken trouble with his appearance for years. The shorter hair helped, since he did nothing with it and looked well enough anyway. "Ella doesn't have those kind of expectations," he said, with certainty. Then he paused, blinked, and stared at the ceiling. "I don't think."
He stood up on his feet, scowling at the shoes, which were still new and pinched. "I haven't gotten a coat yet," he said, absently, working at the buttons at his sleeves. "I've still got your coat. I found another one. I don't think the thread count is as high but at least I don't freeze. Why is it always so damn cold outside?" he trailed off, muttering, into the living room.