MCA #0, Friday evening

[grenadesandohana]

Steve had been gritting his teeth and pushing through pain all week, nourished only by bland, terrible food, decaf coffee, and stubbornness.

(He was also fueled by his transplant anti-rejection pills, which he'd take for the rest of his life. He hated that.)

He wasn't running, but he was definitely walking up and down the steps of the island until his calves burned, and then did it for another half hour.

(His body had betrayed him after decades of work making it a finely oiled machine. He was punishing it just a little.)

And now he was back in the apartment, looking for something interesting to eat. There was nothing interesting to eat, but he was looking anyway.

[OOC: For Danno.]

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[hatesparadise]

Of course he could. It was easier.

"Maybe tonight we can see if we can sleep in the same bed."

They'd end up bumping into each other too much.

[grenadesandohana]

"I'd really like that," Steve admitted softly. He needed the grounding, he just didn't realize it.

[hatesparadise]

Weird what not having the usual touch did to them, huh? Could you imagine if they hadn't even had that before this?

"It's a date."

[grenadesandohana]

"I miss dates, too," Steve said with a wry smile.

[hatesparadise]

"After this weekend, we'll figure it out."

Because Father's Day was hardly the time to do it.

[grenadesandohana]

"We're going back to Honolulu, right?" Steve checked.

He probably wouldn't be jumping off roofs. Probably.

[hatesparadise]

"Of course, gotta see the kids," Danny said. And he'd attempted to ask the team to give them easy pitches for a bit.

[grenadesandohana]

"Exactly," Steve said. "Shave ice and grilled ahi?"

[hatesparadise]

"And a hot dog for Charlie." Peak parenting.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve made a face. "Turkey dog?" he countered.

[hatesparadise]

"He will know." Don't ask how, Steve.

[grenadesandohana]

"That is an incredibly unhelpful superpower that your son has, Daniel," Steve told him.

[hatesparadise]

"He also knows when you change the hashbrowns to a different brand."

Again. Parenting secrets.

[grenadesandohana]

"Hooooow," Steve whined.

[hatesparadise]

"Your guess is as good as mine," he sighed.

[grenadesandohana]

"That's quite a refined palate he's got," Steve teased.

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"He's my kid, of course he has a refined palate," Danny shot back.

[grenadesandohana]

"For hot dogs and hash browns," Steve said.

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"He's still young."

It could change!

[grenadesandohana]

"I hope so," Steve said. "He needs vegetables, too."

[hatesparadise]

Danny snorted at that. "Yes. And we sneak them into things."

[grenadesandohana]

"Like the hashbrowns?" Steve asked.

He was still pretty new at this.

[hatesparadise]

"Oh no, that's too obvious," Danny said. "I sneak 'em into my red sauce."

[grenadesandohana]

"Smart," Steve said with a little smile.

[hatesparadise]

Danny snorted, pulling their hands up to kiss the back of Steve's. "Glad you approve."