Danny just sighed, silently tossing his hands up in the air and looking to the heavens for serenity before just sitting down on the couch next to him.

"I didn't go to O'ahu," Danny said, totally okay with the arm thing because it had been an annoying weekend and he could do with the affection. "I got kidnapped to Maine."

"Haven," Danny grumbled, peering at the plate in case there was literally any speck of the steak left. No such luck.

Then he slumped back against the couch and into Steve's personal space again. "Duke's hometown. Apparently he went back last week and got stuck there."

Real casual like!

"He's back now," Danny replied. "Almost worse about staying in the hospital than you are."

Danny pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes and sighed loudly. "Ridiculous crap. So, a weird succubus lady was draining guys to have kids really fast and he got mixed up in that."

That made Danny snort at least. "Best description I got, babe."

He pulled his hands away to focus on the game for a moment. "And nah, I don't think so. That whole relationship is..." At a loss for words, Danny just twirled his hands around like Steve would understand what he was trying to say there.

"Well, since you ate my steak," Danny replied like it offended him on so, so many levels. "Yes. I get a re-do on that dinner. A re-do is owed to me."

Danny was politely not going to comment on how his sheets were tucked into his bed with terrifying military precision once he got to his room.

"I'm getting beer and bemoaning the lack of steak in my life," Danny informed him, using the couch and Steve's knee to push himself back up onto his feet.

Danny flipped him off over his shoulder as he wandered into the kitchen to do just that. And also frown a little at how clean things were.

He needed some kind of bat-signal thing for when this sort of thing happened to as to not worry Steve like this.

Then he came back, offering Steve an open beer as he juggled his own and a container of Chinese food. It was those spicy noodles that Steve had gotten him hooked on. "Pretty sure Grace would be upset if I ever went back without you."

Yes. Grace. Just Grace.

"Well, you know how it is with kids," he drawled, only shuffling around to get comfortable so he could shovel noodles into his mouth with a beer pinned between his knees. "Yeah, of course I'd miss you too, you goof."

Danny scoffed at that. "He knows I'd hide your body too well. I am a trained homicide detective, Steven. He'd be looking for the murder weapon."

Guys, seriously.

Totally normal conversation to have while sitting just a lil' too close on the couch and watching a Mets game. "What if it had sentimental value?"