hatesparadise | MCA #0, Late, Late Thursday Night

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MCA #0, Late, Late Thursday Night

After the weekend they had, Danny's insomnia was back in force. Which meant that, after some staring at the ceiling and tossing and turning, he was stumbling out of bed to give into the urge to go check on Steve.

Look, the guy got kidnapped. He was allowed to be a little bit anxious about the whole thing. He didn't want to wake the guy if he was sleeping, but it would be good to make sure he was... just to make sure of things, okay?

[for the partner!]

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"Steve," he began before taking a deep breath. "It's okay to not be over it. He was your father."

It had been Freddy and then his dad and then his mother returning and almost no time to adjust.

And Mary flitting in and out, and Deb's diagnosis, and Joanie showing up and yeah, Steve had been flailing for a while. Steve's hand tightened on Danny's.

"The drugs had me thinking you'd gotten there in time," he murmured after a very, very long pause.

"Steve," Danny sighed, sounding very much like that broke his heart on Steve's behalf.

Steve sniffed because allergies, okay. "Good drugs, as you said. I hadn't shaken it off when you found me."

"I wish I coulda saved him too," Danny admitted, leaning his head against Steve's shoulder.

"He would've liked you," Steve said. "Maybe more than he liked me."

"Well, you managed to steal my ma's heart, so don't sell yourself short there," Danny replied, giving Steve's hand a squeeze. "The hardest thing we do is realizing our parents are flawed people."

"It's not that hard with Doris," Steve muttered.

"Well, you got us now," Danny said firmly. "The team. Me. Grace. Mary and Joanie."

"Thanks," Steve said quietly. "That means a lot."

"And that's never gonna change, okay?" Because Danny was just stupidly loyal to a fault. But also because Steve was Steve.

And being Steve, he was already coming up with a hundred scenarios about how it could change. "Wo Fat being out of the picture definitely helps," he admitted.

"Less for you to worry about for sure."

So long as he didn't have a wife out there somewhere.

That was just unnecessary. Who would marry that guy?

Which reminded him: "Anything from Matt?"

"I put out feelers, but nothing so far." At least, with Annie's help, they had the money they needed.

Steve gave Danny's fingers a comforting squeeze.

"It hasn't been that long back home. That's... that's all I can think about, you know?" It helped that they each had something to worry about with the other, didn't it? Well. Not really helped. But made them feel better, at least.

It made them both a little vulnerable, which went a long way in making Steve feel better about sharing. God forbid he be the only one needing something.

"Yeah," he said. "It's been on my mind, too."

"Thanks," Danny said, glancing over at him. "For stickin' with me with this."

Steve used his free head to gently cuff Danny in the back of his head. "Idiot, of course I will."

"You're an ass," Danny had to reply, sighing with relief anyway.

"Yeah, but that's not news," Steve said, ignoring any niggling little voices about how it was Danny to focus on how nice it felt to have someone in bed with him again.

He snuggled in a little closer.

It was comforting, wasn't it?

Danny sighed with amusement and leaned back against him, closing his eyes. "Wouldn't be you otherwise, right?"

"Probably not," Steve said, smiling down at him. "Want to bunk in here for the rest of the night?"

Did bringing it up make it weird now?

"You okay with that?" Because, yes. Yes, he would. He might even be able to fall asleep, which would be great after the last couple sleepless nights.

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