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?"

"I cannot promise that, Steven."

Well, he could. But he wouldn't.

"Hey," Danny warned, tilting his head away and clacking his chopsticks at Steve's face.

"You're not scared of anything." Other than emotions and abandonment. "I'm well aware."

Sorry, Steve. He knew your not-so-secret weaknesses. At least he'd never use them against you.

"How many times are you going to get a phone number on these containers?"

"Gee, thanks. Just what I always wanted, to be used to fend off women," he drawled. Also, what if that stopped them from getting the good food?

"I am getting the good takeout and you are dealing with it," Danny countered.

"Hey, you ate already!" This was the sort of bickering that built their friendship right here.

"Provide me with steak and you can have noodles."

You know. From that empty plate.