Danny had been washing his hands when Flack came into the men's room. Without turning toward him, he spoke, "What's with you and Mac, huh?" His tone wasn't threatening, imposing, or anything, it was just curious.
"Nothin'," Flack replied gruffly, unzipping his pants to do his business.
"Nothin'? All right," Danny shrugged and dried his pants. "Same kinda nothin' you thought about me n' Adam?"
Flack turned sharply at that statement, "Whaddaya talkin' bout?"
Danny scoffed and shook his head, "Nevermind, Flack, I'll see ya around." He threw the paper out and turned to leave.
"Danny, hey, wait," Flack finished his business and started to wash his hands.
"I ain't got nothin' to wait for, it's nothin', right?" Danny asked, sounding slightly bitter. "See ya."
"Danny," Don tried again and dried his hands, "I'm not lyin' when I say it's nothin'. I was just lookin' out for a friend, all right?"
"All right, I got the point, Flack, now see ya," Danny was almost at the door when Don pulled him back.
"Then why do I get the feelin' that yer not seein' it the way it is?"
Danny sighed and pulled his arm out of Flack's grip. "Just forget it."
"Are you jealous of Mac?" Don asked, a little bemused.
With a roll of his eyes, Danny left Don in the bathroom.
He was so not jealous of Mac. Well, Don though otherwise, but this was an issue they needed to deal with at home.