Whelp. It was turning out to be quite an annoying week so far. And they were only a few days in!

Steve was working out like a very distracting madman, which meant Danny was forced to avoid him if he went to the gym to hit a heavy bag until the itch along his spine faded to a manageable level. And once that stopped working, he was in the kitchen, aggressively cooking and baking enough to feed half the apartment complex.

He was doing just fine, though. Just fine.

[for the guy who lives there!]