Familiarity certainly did not breed contempt, at least when dealing with tan skin, thin waists, or perfectly mirrored hands. They hadn't even gotten a name situation figured out, each referencing the other as Danny, knowing they wouldn't be so off-the-rocker to reference themselves in third person. They did, however, already learn a bit more about themselves, through each other. Touches were nearly magnetic, fingers finding chest to sides to backsides with as much ease as they'd each check themselves in a reflection.
It's perfectly natural, one thought to himself after stepping out from the shower, towel around his waist. Once he'd realized how pointless that was, he lifted it instead to mop at his hair. Logical conundrums aside, there were simpler problems to address, questions to answer. He'd figured his mirror would still be in his(?) bedroom, where he'd left him before stepping out.
"--you there?," Danny called from the hallway, almost worried to walk back into his own room. Reading enough doppelganger or skinwalker myths did that to you. "Bathroom's yours, if you want it."