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]

...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.

[grenadesandohana]

"It's not weird!" Steve protested.

It would be a porg condo complex in two days.

[hatesparadise]

They just had to make sure they didnt accidentally bring one back to O'ahu and wipe out the nene.

"For sane people, it's weird."

[grenadesandohana]

"Admit it, you'd be sad if these chairs disappeared," Steve said.

[hatesparadise]

"I would be sad," Danny admitted easily. "But that doesn't change your idiosyncrasies."

[grenadesandohana]

Steve gave him a grin. "Sure it does."

[hatesparadise]

"The chairs do not represent you," Danny countered, dragging it along.

[grenadesandohana]

"I know that," Steve said in that too-quick way that meant maybe he didn't exactly know that.

[hatesparadise]

"The chairs represent themselves because you are a person and you are aware that you and I are getting outta here together."

Right? You know that, Steve. Right?

[grenadesandohana]

"Without getting kidnapped," Steve added. "Did I ever tell you about the guy who tried to carjack me when I was on a breakfast date with Catherine?"

They were eating breakfast in their car, Danny. Cath had been less thrilled.

[hatesparadise]

"Ideally, yes." It was such a low bar. "Wait, seriously?"

[grenadesandohana]

Steve nodded. "I pretty much said the same thing to the guy just before arresting him."

[hatesparadise]

"So it's you that causes this."

Was that what Steve wanted him to conclude?

[grenadesandohana]

"It's not me," Steve protested. "Parrish picked your car."

[hatesparadise]

"The car you insist on driving," Danny replied.

[grenadesandohana]

"I don't think he knew that," Steve said, smirking.