In the last few seconds he was allowed, Danny tried to mound the rest of his boxes and junk together, out of the way. Even though Matty wasn't the least bit concerned about the mess, he was still oddly embarrassed. He was just scarping his dress shirts off the bed and into the growing pile when the knock reached his ears, and his attention instantly fell away from the mess.
Slipping his cell phone into his pocket, he cracked the door, just wide enough to look out. Danny leaned against the door frame, trying to fight the smile that struggled to surface. He arched a brow, pretending not to know the young man. "What's the password?"