grenadesandohana | MCA #0, Friday evening

MCA #0, Friday evening

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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"I think you wanna be back to 100 percent and to forget the limitations," Danny countered.

"Of course I do," Steve said.

"You still have stitches," Danny replied. "A lot of 'em."

"They're healing!" Steve said.

"And they heal faster when you're not trying to agitate 'em."

A jungle gym, Steve? Really?

But it was that or losing at paintball, Danny!

"I signed up for the classes," Steve said. "I should go."

Paintball wasn't that important!

"Sure. You can take it wasy, though."

Paintball was SUPER IMPORTANT.

"I'll take it easy in Skywalker's weird class," Steve promised.

"Thank you." Until Steve chafed again over it.

Give him another week coming in last and it'll be all over.

"You're welcome," Steve said with dignity.

Damn it, Steven!

"But first. Pizza. We're gettin' plain just to be safe."

And because Danny preferred it.

"Maybe light on the sauce, too."

Truly living on the wild side.

"Light sauce," Danny said, blanching at the idea of heartburn right now.

"Hate everything about this," Steve admitted.

"At least once we're done, we'll be cheap drunks," he teased.

"We'll split a beer and be done for the night," Steve said with a little laugh.

"Make Grover drive us home," Danny added with a grin.

Steve chuckled. "In our car?"

"Maybe the truck," Danny said with a laugh, leaning over to kiss him and feeling like he hadn't done that in too long.

Steve's slightly needy, surprised gasp showed how much Steve had missed it too.

Maybe he'd been a little too focused on Steve surviving and Steve getting better. But this was... yeah. This was missed.

Steve slid his hands around the back of Danny's neck, holding him in place as he continued the slow, careful, entirely necessary kissing.

Considering how little they'd been able to just have the normal casual affection leading up to this, it was needed. Very, very strongly needed.

Danny leaned closer as much as he could manage without messing up his stitches.

Steve had needed this so much. He was absolutely shit at talking, more so when it was about something emotional, but he could put his gratitude and his worry into the kiss.

"So glad to have you here," Danny murmured, having far less trouble saying things.

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