hatesparadise | MCA #0, Late, Late Thursday Night

"...Wo Fat was nuts," Danny pointed out. Because none of that made sense ~~in a sane timeline of events, does this show just not have a lore bible or something??~~.

"Oh, very much," Steve agreed, nodding. "But Doris went and visited him at his federal prison, so that definitely didn't help make him more sane."

"Yeah. And good luck getting a straight answer out of your mother," Danny muttered, leaning into him.

"Yeah," Steve said shortly. "He kept saying 'our mother.' Bugged the hell out of me."

"He was nuts and he was taking his mommy issues out on you," Danny replied firmly. "Got it?"

"With a fucking taser," Steve muttered.

"Noticed that one," Danny replied, hugging him a little more securely now.

"I used it on him, there in the end," Steve admitted softly.

"Yeah?" Danny tilted his head at Steve, trying to encourage him to keep going.

Steve nodded, staring into the darkness. "That's why it was all wet in the room," he said. "Pulled the pipes, had him step in the water, then zapped the hell out of him. Really pissed him off, too."

"Sounds like something you'd do," he teased gently.

Steve's lips quirked up. "I was feeling inspired."

Danny ruffled his hair for that. "Oh, I don't doubt that one, babe."

"It was much easier taking him down in my dream...drugged...thing," Steve said. "You helped out in your Hawaiian shirt."

"Your mind is messed up if that's what you put me in," Danny joked, unable to help it.

"I was chasing him down in dress uniform, including a tie, so those were some extremely powerful drugs," Steve agreed.

Danny couldn't help but laugh. "I'm pretty sure you've complained about those dress shoes more than once."

"Oh, I was sprinting through the docks in them," Steve said with a snort. "Didn't fall on my ass once, which should've been a tip-off."

"Was I wearing slippahs too?" He even did his best at a Hawaiian accent for the word!

Steve chuckled. "No, but nice accent."

"Sorry I can't be as surfer as you, brah." Was this working to relax Steve at least?

"Well, you'd have to surf to be surfer," Steve teased softly.

"Oh, I don't surf enough with you? Is that it?"

"You've finally figured it out," Steve agreed, nudging Danny's shoulder. "My brain had Kono as a surfing star peddling lipstick or something. I'll never tell her because she'd never stop hitting me."

"Tell her she was a surf start who beat up bad guys instead,"Danny suggested with a laugh.

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