They're going to make their own fuckups - it wouldn't be real and deep if they never, ever fucked up - but Danny knows in his gut that they won't be earth-shattering, world-ending fuckups. For all that Steve balks at talking about feelings, at putting himself out there and actually fucking telling Danny what he wants they have their own way of communicating.

They'd been able to read each other inside-out long before they started fucking, and time has only strengthened the weird mind-fusion. It's a little creepy sometimes, how much they're on the same wave length.

But Danny wouldn't change a thing.