So weird is normal, which is just a whole new level of weird, so Danny firmly hops off of that train of thought and turns his thoughts to food.

"Hungry?" he asks Steve, who's finally stretching his entire body, arching his back and twisting his shoulders.

Steve's smile is slow. "Seriously, we have this amazing hotel room, a mini-bar, a bathtub we could both swim in, and you want to eat?"

Danny smacks Steve's arm with the room service menu. "Breakfast is included, babe. And really, the mini-bar? You know it's like ten in the morning, right?"

Steve shrugs one shoulder as he props himself up. "Five o'clock somewhere."

Danny snorts. "Not anywhere near enough for you to be considering the mini-bar," he informs Steve, rolling out of bed and making his way to the bathroom in his worn pajama pants. He wanders back a few minutes later to find Steve just - staring at him. He glances back over his shoulder into the bathroom, and okay, his hair's a little ridiculous, but it's not like Steve has never seen him with bedhead before. "What?" he asks, a little self-consciously.

"You," Steve says with a little lopsided smile, "are gorgeous, you know that?"

Danny can feel the blush spreading across his face, because he knows he's not a bad-looking guy, not by a long shot, but gorgeous is probably pushing it. And, besides - "You're the looker here and we both know it," he replies with a smile and a shake of his head as he walks the rest of the way to the bed and sits.

"Nope," Steve disagrees, pulling Danny back into his body and kissing him again. "You're pretty much amazing, Danny."

"Could say the same about you," Danny murmurs against Steve's lips, and okay, maybe breakfast is overrated after all, because apparently having a husband makes you a huge sappy goof.

It's one of those things he's getting used to.