hatesparadise | Baltimore, Tuesday Afternoon

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Baltimore, Tuesday Afternoon

Steve was being Steve about going to Baltimore, but it wasn't like there was a shrink on the island that specialized in ~~being the spouse of active duty military~~ the weird stuff in his life. Plus, he liked this lady.

So, he was just going to keep going.

Which might have been a slight miscalculation after their last trip here. Because, almost as soon as he left the office and got out onto the street, a white van screeched up and guys in face masks pulled up to drag him in. Because his goddamn life.

[for the SEAL!]

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If Steve had learned anything, it was that Danny could find a reason to be pissy later.

He smiled excitedly as their enormous platter of food arrived, followed by a basket of neatly rolled up injera flatbreads.

They both had their flaws!

Though Danny's were mellowing at the excited look on Steve's face over getting to show off all this to him. "Alright, where do I even start?"

"Stay away from the regular tibs," Steve said, pointing to a spicy-looking pile of jalapeños. You'll work up to that. Start with the yellow peas. They aren't hot."

He pulled a piece of injera bread from his little roll and put it in his hand, then moved it like a little pincer. "You reach in, take some of it with your piece of injera and eat it."

Danny nodded, following Steve's lead with an impressed little 'huh' after his first bite.

"See?" Steve said, looking pleased with himself as he grabbed a good fingerful of the jalapenos.

"If you give yourself indigestion, I'm not showing any sympathy," Danny warned him around another bite.

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"It's absolutely worth it," Steve said happily. He tried a few more things, then pointed them out to Danny, "that's potato, that's lamb, and that's a different lentil thing."

And, dutifully, Danny tried each of them as they were pointed out to him. "Should I even ask when you had this?" he asked with a sip of his beer.

"That's classified," Steve said, smirking.

"You must be a real joy on dates," Danny replied like they weren't one one right now. Because they weren't. It was just a friend thing that friends did.

"They find me mysterious and charming," Steve said.

"Then they know nothing at all about you," Danny replied with a laugh. Because what he saw was an idiot who had too big a heart for his own good.

That he desperately needed to protect.

Steve ducked his head and grinned. "Part of my appeal."

"So you keep sayin'," Danny drawled lazily, not helping the date vibe with those lingering looks that just happened with them.

"You disagree?" Steve said.

"I have yet to see it, is all," Danny replied.

"My appeal?" Steve pouted theatrically.

"Uh huh."

Steve didn't throw injera at Danny, which he thought was very big of him. "I didn't know you wanted me to be charming."

"Well, you talk about it enough," Danny replied, going back for thirds on the potato dish. "I just thought that maybe I'd have seen it by now."

It was this sort of thing that lead to betting against Steve in a fishing contest.