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Williams Family Home - Newark, NJ, Friday Night

The funeral for Matty had, of course, been closed casket. And it had been full of cops (all former coworker's of Danny's) and firefighters (all former coworker's of his father) so it was easy to not have to address anything emotionally at the time.

Though Grace being there with him had caused more than a few cracks to come through as he just tried to get through this period.

Which was possibly why he was laying in one of bedrooms in the home that he and his siblings had grown up in, staring at the ceiling, trying to will himself to sleep. Even though he knew he'd have nightmares there.

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"You needed to be here for your folks," Steve said. "I don't ever mind spending time with Grace."

That made Danny smile against his shoulder, even if it was watery. Because it wasn't fair to care so much about his kid. He let out a little huff of laughter and would kindly thank Steve to ignore how his shoulder was getting damp.

Steve wouldn't dream of mentioning it. His hand ghosted along Danny's spine, up and down, trying to be soothing.

Danny was always going on about those kinds of emotions were better out than in, so Steve was going to trust him on that and just hope what he was doing was helping. The McGarrett family tradition of ignoring it until it stopped hurting had certainly done Steve no favors.

Danny curled in toward him a little more at that, trying to get as much contact as he could right now. Because the Williams family was definitely more open about their emotions, but Danny still thought he needed to be strong for his folks and sisters during this whole thing.

So this? This right here? This was what he'd needed to not lose his goddamn mind.

"I'm so sorry, Danno," Steve murmured, holding him close.

Which just made the tears come harder and faster. Which probably wasn't ideal for Steve, but there it was.

"I've got you," Steve murmured. "Let it all out."

"If I'd just stopped him--" Danny said like Matt hadn't been an adult who made all the choices that lead up to his end.

Steve hummed and returned to rubbing circles on Danny's back. "You tried then, too," he said softly.

"He'd be in jail and he'd hate me, but he'd be alive," Danny said, clutching at him like a lifeline. Which Steve was in the moment.

Oh, Danny.

Steve held on just as tightly with one arm, and moved the other up to toy with the soft hair at the nape of Danny's head.

"This isn't your fault," he said firmly.

Danny held on tightly, just breathing in that comfort even if he didn't think he deserved it.

Not after what had happened in Colombia.

"I should have done more."

"Like what?" Steve asked, happy to let Danny spin himself out for a while. Survivor's guilt was a very real thing. Hell, his entire drug-enduced Wo Fat hallucination had kept his father alive.

"Drag him off that goddamn plane," Danny said, sinking a little into little. "Paid more attention to what was happening in his life?"

Was that way he was so invested in getting his sisters and Mary to be friends maybe?

Steve kept up with the back rub. "You were going through a divorce and a move across the country at the time," he pointed out mildly.

Why'd you have to be logical and smart when he was having a meltdown here? That wasn't fair.

Danny let out a sigh, pulling back enough to look Steve in the eye to see the truth in his words.

Steve throttled back the instinct to wipe Danny's tears like he was Grace or something. That would make this weird and he was trying so hard not to let this get weird again.

"You know I'm right," he said quietly.

They were scrunched up in what might have actually been Danny's childhood bed. It was pretty weird.

"Doesn't make it easier," Danny replied, just as quiet.

"Buddy, nothing is going to make this easier," Steve said. "You'll have regrets forever."

Danny closed his eyes and sighed, a hand coming up to rest on the side of Steve's neck. "Yeah. Yeah, I will."

Good thing Danny's eyes were closed because that hand placement had Steve's face do a thing that had nothing to do with helping a best friend get through the death of his brother.

"Want to talk about it?" he asked.

"Not... not right now," Danny said, opening his eyes to silently beg Steve to not push right now. He needed a night to just process, he supposed.

"There's no rush," Steve said, moving his thumb to take out some of the pressure at the base of Danny's neck.

Which was leaning in very close to that first time they'd shared a bed. Danny sighed and let his head fall forward to allow Steve to keep doing that. "Thank you."

"Always," Steve said. "You know that, right?"

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