Steve's House in Hawai'i, sunset, some evening

[grenadesandohana]

It was very weird that they'd been back in Honolulu for weeks now, solving cases like stolen WWII katanas, attempting to arrest bad guys for parking violations only to have them be criminal genius hackers, clearing bad guys-but-not-for-that-crime's names (you're posthumously welcome, Parrish), and the team (and more importantly, Grace) felt like they'd never been gone.

Maybe if he and Danny never went near an airport again, they wouldn't ricochet back to Fandom? Steve took a drink from his bottle of beer and stared out at the waves, mulling that possibility over.

The rest of Five-0 was laughing on the lanai behind him: their celebration on clearing Parrish's name had moved from a bar to his house as some kind of positive re-enforcement for him picking up the tab this time, apparently. They were currently grilling up steaks, so he couldn't get too upset about it.

He smiled to himself as Chin's voice loudly defending Don Ho's artistic achievements reached him on the shore. Apparently they were back to arguing about music. It felt nice to have his 'ohana around him again.

He wondered how long it would last.

[OOC: for the loud blond one.]

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[hatesparadise]

He always sounded sure of himself.

"Alright. You better be there to help me explain it, then."

Like a co-worker.

[grenadesandohana]

"I'll distract her with my cool pictures of Jupiter," Steve said. "Or the picture of you in the sailor dress."

[hatesparadise]

Danny narrowed his eyes at him. "What was that, Frog Man?"

Mutually assured destruction was a thing.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve shrugged a shoulder, smirking. "I made that look good."

He had not.

[hatesparadise]

"If--when we get back, I'm showing that picture to Chin and Kono," Danny replied. "I'll tell them it's top secret Navy gear."

Hey, he said Navy!

[grenadesandohana]

"So's yours, then," Steve countered.

[hatesparadise]

"I'll take that risk."

[grenadesandohana]

Chin and Kono would laugh their asses off.

"Of course you would," Steve said, throwing his hands up.

[hatesparadise]

And be completely unsurprised this happened to them.

Danny smirked, at least not looking upset for a moment there. So, congrats, Steve.

[grenadesandohana]

"You're such a pain," Steve told him, trying to haul his chair back to the apartment.

[hatesparadise]

"Are you seriously trying to move these chairs with all those stairs? Really?"

[grenadesandohana]

"They're nice chairs!" Steve protested. "I don't want someone to take 'em."

[hatesparadise]

"No one is gonna take your chairs!" Danny shot back like Steve was trying to kill him with sheer exasperation.

[grenadesandohana]

"I like these chairs!" Steve said stubbornly.

[hatesparadise]

Danny was also fond of those chairs. They were meant for emotional chats by the shore. "Enough to throw your back out?"

[grenadesandohana]

"Maybe," Steve said. He looked around. "We could try to just drag 'em back out of sight down here, though."

Since they were solid wood and weighed a ton?

[hatesparadise]

"Fine," Danny said, tossing his hands up. "We can construct a blind to hide your chairs."

The things he did for you, McGarrett.

[grenadesandohana]

"I think of them as our chairs," Steve said.

[hatesparadise]

...damn it, his emotions.

"Really?"

[grenadesandohana]

Steve shrugged. "Well, yeah."

[hatesparadise]

"That's, uh, that's nice to hear. Honestly." Positive reinforcement!

[grenadesandohana]

Steve gave him a grin. "Yeah?"

[hatesparadise]

"Yeah," Danny said, smiling faintly as he met Steve's gaze. Normal things you do with a co-worker. Long, lingering looks.

[grenadesandohana]

Totally, totally normal for two bros being bros with girlfriends they absolutely remember exist!

Steve held his eyes for probably three seconds too long before breaking away. "Okay, let's move these things and head home."

[hatesparadise]

"Build your weird little camouflage, Super-SEAL," danny said, waving him off to drag one of the chairs away from the surf.