Right this minute Danny is feeling not-so-smart. Actually he’s feeling a lot of things that he can’t really afford to think about just yet, because there’s Stuff to do. He manages to find a plastic bucket in the laundry, and he sets it on the floor next to the couch. Sets up Saltines and rice crackers and what have you on the coffee table. Puts the gaggle of drinks in the fridge, sets the kettle to boil, wipes up the crumbs of Cocoa Puffs he managed to leave on the table. And then there’s no more busywork, so he has to get down to business: levering Steve up off the floor. If Danny’s shoes end up with puke on them Steve is so paying for new ones.
“OK, that’s enough lying around.”
Steve flips him the bird but it loses most of its impact since he’s still hanging on to the toilet bowl for dear life with his other hand. Danny gets down on one knee and slings Steve’s arm over his shoulders, dutifully ignoring Steve’s protests. “Come on; it’s disgusting in here, and if I leave you on the floor any longer Malia’ll have my hide.”
"Please, just let me die."
Surprise, surprise, Steve the secret drama queen does not die. Danny shuffle-steps him into the living room, dumps him on the couch and (hopefully) steps out of the line of fire.
“OK, you need to drink more. Take your pick: we have peppermint tea, ginger tea, chamomile, ginger beer, Powerade…”
“You smell like chocolate,” Steve says, wrinkling his nose and reaching for the bucket.
~~~
After a truly epic amount of complaining (after forcing Danny to go brush his teeth twice to nuke the smell of coffee and chocolate) Steve falls asleep watching an old Superbowl replay. It's not even a little bit endearing how predictable he is.
No really, it's not. Steve's all sweaty and he stinks and his mouth his hanging open and... Danny wants to get him a blanket and tuck him in.
Fuck.
It's so not fair. They've never even hooked up. OK, so there was that one time they got stupidly drunk and made out on the floor of Steve’s living room (it’s a miracle Danny can remember that much; why they were on the floor shall forever remain a mystery) but they’d both been too wasted to get it up, so that doesn’t count, right? Right.
Danny retreats to the kitchen and carefully considers having a breakdown but there’s only so much room in the day for unnecessary drama and Steve is hogging it like an only child. And really, that explains so much about Mary, no lie.
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“OK, that’s enough lying around.”
Steve flips him the bird but it loses most of its impact since he’s still hanging on to the toilet bowl for dear life with his other hand. Danny gets down on one knee and slings Steve’s arm over his shoulders, dutifully ignoring Steve’s protests. “Come on; it’s disgusting in here, and if I leave you on the floor any longer Malia’ll have my hide.”
"Please, just let me die."
Surprise, surprise, Steve the secret drama queen does not die. Danny shuffle-steps him into the living room, dumps him on the couch and (hopefully) steps out of the line of fire.
“OK, you need to drink more. Take your pick: we have peppermint tea, ginger tea, chamomile, ginger beer, Powerade…”
“You smell like chocolate,” Steve says, wrinkling his nose and reaching for the bucket.
~~~
After a truly epic amount of complaining (after forcing Danny to go brush his teeth twice to nuke the smell of coffee and chocolate) Steve falls asleep watching an old Superbowl replay. It's not even a little bit endearing how predictable he is.
No really, it's not. Steve's all sweaty and he stinks and his mouth his hanging open and... Danny wants to get him a blanket and tuck him in.
Fuck.
It's so not fair. They've never even hooked up. OK, so there was that one time they got stupidly drunk and made out on the floor of Steve’s living room (it’s a miracle Danny can remember that much; why they were on the floor shall forever remain a mystery) but they’d both been too wasted to get it up, so that doesn’t count, right? Right.
Danny retreats to the kitchen and carefully considers having a breakdown but there’s only so much room in the day for unnecessary drama and Steve is hogging it like an only child. And really, that explains so much about Mary, no lie.