(And Danny's already pretty much already a sentimental goof, so being married, yep, he's a marshmallow. :D)
But there's another voice in his head that's starting to drown out that first voice, and it sounds suspiciously like Chin, which is something that Danny doesn't want to investigate too closely. Because yeah, it was great with Rachel until his work got to be too much - but Steve knows how much his work means to him. Steve knows where he stands in relation to the job and to Grace and to a hell of a lot of other things, knows how he fits into Danny's life. He understands the job-related stress, understands that wanting to help doesn't necessarily translate into being able to help, knows full well that sometimes talking is only going to make it worse. And for those days where talking makes it better, well, Steve's not going to recoil in horror at anything Danny's had to do, he's not going to balk at Danny's tone and language, he's not going to worry that it's pulling Danny in and in and in until he can't climb his way out. He gets it in a way that Rachel, God bless her, had tried to, but Rachel isn't a cop, and there are things he couldn't ask his wife to do for him.
Steve's not Rachel, Chin-voice - his voice of reason, and wow, would a shrink have a great time with him - says in the back of his head, calmly strangling that other voice so it can't be heard. Steve knows. History's not going to repeat itself, not here, not in the future, not with this man beside him.
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But there's another voice in his head that's starting to drown out that first voice, and it sounds suspiciously like Chin, which is something that Danny doesn't want to investigate too closely. Because yeah, it was great with Rachel until his work got to be too much - but Steve knows how much his work means to him. Steve knows where he stands in relation to the job and to Grace and to a hell of a lot of other things, knows how he fits into Danny's life. He understands the job-related stress, understands that wanting to help doesn't necessarily translate into being able to help, knows full well that sometimes talking is only going to make it worse. And for those days where talking makes it better, well, Steve's not going to recoil in horror at anything Danny's had to do, he's not going to balk at Danny's tone and language, he's not going to worry that it's pulling Danny in and in and in until he can't climb his way out. He gets it in a way that Rachel, God bless her, had tried to, but Rachel isn't a cop, and there are things he couldn't ask his wife to do for him.
Steve's not Rachel, Chin-voice - his voice of reason, and wow, would a shrink have a great time with him - says in the back of his head, calmly strangling that other voice so it can't be heard. Steve knows. History's not going to repeat itself, not here, not in the future, not with this man beside him.