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]

"We're gonna lay down together and nap after we have pizza, you hear me?" Like old men. But ones who weren't alone in this.

[grenadesandohana]

"Best date night in weeks," Steve said.

And they were still around to have them.

[hatesparadise]

Danny grinned, leaning in to kiss him again. "Love you, babe."

[grenadesandohana]

"I love you, too," Steve said.

Which was sort of an apology if you squinted.

[hatesparadise]

And tilted your head to the side.

Danny kissed him again before wincing. "I cannot wait for these to be healed."

[grenadesandohana]

"Bet I could blow you if you stay still," Steve said.

[hatesparadise]

Danny snorted, patting him on the shoulder. "I'm not explaining popped stitches because of bedroom activities to a doctor."

[grenadesandohana]

"I'd be careful," Steve said, knowing this wasn't actually going to happen.

[hatesparadise]

"Pizza," Danny replied firmly. Then added, "I'd rather just hold onto you."

Which was sappy as hell, wasn't it

[grenadesandohana]

Steve gave him a lopsided smile. "Really?"

[hatesparadise]

"Yeah, babe." He missed having Steve in bed with him so much.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve leaned in again only for the doorbell to ring. "Am I getting up or you?"

[hatesparadise]

"You get it. I'll get the meds and water."

Multitasking.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve levered himself up from the sofa with a groan. "Can you get plates too?"

[hatesparadise]

"And napkins," Danny groaned, also pushing himself up. "Christ, I hate this."

[grenadesandohana]

"Me too," Steve said, tottering a bit towards the door.

[hatesparadise]

"Don't drop anything!" Was that aimed at Steve or himself? Both. The answer was both.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve snorted. "No promises."

[hatesparadise]

Danny, meanwhile, was definitely making more than one trip. Because in no way could he manage all that with a fucked up stomach.

But they were managing. A little slower. A little more busted.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve took their sad little pizza over to the coffee table and settled back into the cushions with a low sigh.

[hatesparadise]

"We," Danny said, depositing round two of things. "Are gonna enjoy this pizza."

[grenadesandohana]

Right up until they didn't!

"It smells amazing," Steve admitted. "I'm so tired of applesauce."

[hatesparadise]

Just a little gastrointestinal distress.

"And bananas," Danny agreed.

[grenadesandohana]

"And scrambled eggs," Steve said, opening the pizza box and manfully resisting the urge to just drop his face right onto the pie.

[hatesparadise]

"I still like my eggs." Burned a little. Like a heathen.