"How's that?" Steve asks, pushing the cart over to inspect some steaks. "Got a cookbook for me?"
"I eat, too," Danny tosses out, going for broke. "Don't always like to do it alone."
Steve's smile crinkles up his eyes now as he puts two thick steaks into the cart - which, Danny notices for the first time, is mostly full of things he'd picked out or tossed in without thinking about it, and Steve hadn't once commented on it. Steve hadn't commented on him being there at all, not once, not since he'd caught Danny sort-of stalking him back in aisle two. "Inviting yourself over, Danno?" Steve asks, but there's barely any hint of the teasing that Danny was expecting in the gentle tone.
Danny shrugs a little, still wondering at their groceries - their groceries, and it hits him like a ton of bricks, all the time spent at Steve's, all the time not spent at his own place, all the looking and touching and trying to come up with a reason to call Steve at four on a Saturday afternoon. Also, suddenly, there's another thought in his head. "There's a Whole Foods and a Costco between your house and here," he says slowly. "What are you doing all the way over at the Safeway?"
Steve shrugs right back at him. "You said you were going shopping this afternoon," he replies steadily, locking his gaze with Danny's. "Figured you'd come here."
Danny can't help the laugh that escapes his mouth or the grin that stretches his lips - happy like he hasn't been in a while, because all of a sudden the world tilts back onto its axis and everything feels right. "You realise I'm moving in with you," Danny says, and that's not what he'd meant to say but it's the truth.
"Noticed," Steve replies, tilting his head to the cart that he'd let Danny fill.
"And I'm not leaving," Danny clarifies.
"God, I hope not. There's no way I'm cooking all of this for myself."
"God," Danny laughs. "Marry me."
There's a look on Steve's face that he's sure must be reflected on his own, because what, but there's no fear or revulsion or anything in the expression, just surprise and happiness and that fond smile for a moment before Steve asks, "Gonna kiss me first, Danno?"
So he does.
((No offense meant to Benny and Joon, which is actually a movie I thoroughly adore.))
Re: THE ONE WHERE THEY ARE DISGUSTINGLY DOMESTIC
"I eat, too," Danny tosses out, going for broke. "Don't always like to do it alone."
Steve's smile crinkles up his eyes now as he puts two thick steaks into the cart - which, Danny notices for the first time, is mostly full of things he'd picked out or tossed in without thinking about it, and Steve hadn't once commented on it. Steve hadn't commented on him being there at all, not once, not since he'd caught Danny sort-of stalking him back in aisle two. "Inviting yourself over, Danno?" Steve asks, but there's barely any hint of the teasing that Danny was expecting in the gentle tone.
Danny shrugs a little, still wondering at their groceries - their groceries, and it hits him like a ton of bricks, all the time spent at Steve's, all the time not spent at his own place, all the looking and touching and trying to come up with a reason to call Steve at four on a Saturday afternoon. Also, suddenly, there's another thought in his head. "There's a Whole Foods and a Costco between your house and here," he says slowly. "What are you doing all the way over at the Safeway?"
Steve shrugs right back at him. "You said you were going shopping this afternoon," he replies steadily, locking his gaze with Danny's. "Figured you'd come here."
Danny can't help the laugh that escapes his mouth or the grin that stretches his lips - happy like he hasn't been in a while, because all of a sudden the world tilts back onto its axis and everything feels right. "You realise I'm moving in with you," Danny says, and that's not what he'd meant to say but it's the truth.
"Noticed," Steve replies, tilting his head to the cart that he'd let Danny fill.
"And I'm not leaving," Danny clarifies.
"God, I hope not. There's no way I'm cooking all of this for myself."
"God," Danny laughs. "Marry me."
There's a look on Steve's face that he's sure must be reflected on his own, because what, but there's no fear or revulsion or anything in the expression, just surprise and happiness and that fond smile for a moment before Steve asks, "Gonna kiss me first, Danno?"
So he does.
((No offense meant to Benny and Joon, which is actually a movie I thoroughly adore.))