Even knowing that he's the fucking mind reader, Daniel still has a hot-cold prickling moment when Neil mentions a closet.

No thanks, I've had enough of those.

But along that road lies a whole lot of shit Daniel's trying to repress. He's not in a closet, he's just repressed, and there's no one here who could tell anyone differently.

"Yeah," he says, not hiding his surprise as he gets up. "Lead the way. I might be new to it, but I know I don't want to get caught outside in broad daylight."