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Yes, there was approximately a hundred thousand versions of baked ziti stuffed into Danny's mom's fridge from the funeral, but Danny had gotten a look on his face when he'd glanced at it that made Steve's stomach clench in sympathy. After his dad's death, he'd been up to his ears in deli trays.
After a few hours of forced smalltalk with Danny's parents, sisters, and Grace, Steve was pretty sure he was starting to look a little hunted himself, which was why he jumped at the chance to grab burgers with Danny for lunch.
In Hackensack. A half hour from where they'd started.
Steve felt like he could breathe again, even if he hadn't been allowed to drive the car.
"What's so great about these burgers?" he asked.
After a few hours of forced smalltalk with Danny's parents, sisters, and Grace, Steve was pretty sure he was starting to look a little hunted himself, which was why he jumped at the chance to grab burgers with Danny for lunch.
In Hackensack. A half hour from where they'd started.
Steve felt like he could breathe again, even if he hadn't been allowed to drive the car.
"What's so great about these burgers?" he asked.
