Dan examined his hands once he looked like himself again, then felt his face, his chest and even bent down a little to put his hands on his thighs. He wasn't back in his own body, and he knew it, but this was still good. This was the first time he'd looked like himself in just over a month. He was smiling as he straightened up.
"Yeah, I'm pretty attached to this look. I mean, I could make myself look younger if I wanted," he said and then he flickered through a couple of younger versions of himself - ten years ago with shorter hair and less wrinkles or laughter lines or care lines or whatever, then looking like the drunk version of himself that had shown up on the station some months ago, then a teenage Dan, all long limbs, goofy grin and spiked hair, and finally him aged eight again. He couldn't bring himself to get any younger, because that would be too close to his nightmares. "But I'm fine with how I'm meant to look," he said in a little boy's voice, before switching back to looking like 42-year-old Dan.