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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[grenadesandohana]

"Pick something out," Steve said.

They'd be asleep in ten minutes.

[hatesparadise]

"Yeah, yeah," Danny muttered, carefully flopping onto the bed and grabbing the remote to put on whatever movie he saw first.

[grenadesandohana]

Even odds for a rom-com halfway through or a superhero movie with ads every ten minutes!

Steve eventually came back into, removing his shirt with a groan as he got into bed.

[hatesparadise]

Both great options!

Danny reached over the grab Steve's hand because moving onto his side still hurt like a bitch. So this was as close to the normal cuddling as they could get.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve squeezed Danny's hand. "Glad you're here."

[hatesparadise]

"Glad you're here too," Danny replied, shifting closer to him so he could lean his head against Steve's shoulder.

[grenadesandohana]

God, that felt good. Steve let out a soft sigh and tilted his head to rest on top of Danny's, closing his eyes.

[hatesparadise]

"We're getting there," Danny sighed drowsily.

[grenadesandohana]

"Mmhmm," Steve agreed, already half asleep.

[hatesparadise]

Hey, they might both sleep through the night. With terrible stomach cramps, but still!

Danny hummed, also dropping off there.