Since he was the one who spilled the big secret Danny considers it his duty, after that night, to chaperone Malia and Chin and Kono. There’ve been enough homicides at Steve’s place already. Danny goes from sleeping on the sofa bed in his own - admittedly shitty, but affordable and in Gracie's neighborhood - his very own apartment to crashing on Steve's couch every night that he doesn't have Grace. Which, as per usual, is a lot less than Danny would like but he'll take a night or two a week over nothing.

Steve’s place is noisy and chaotic now, and there are a lot of frank discussions masquerading as fights. When Kono and Malia go out for drinks to talk things out Chin mopes for a solid hour, so Danny kicks off another CHiPs marathon. There are stupid, lengthy discussions about cereal and whose turn it is to use the washer and dryer and Goddamnit, who is using so many towels? And Danny feels right at home. He thinks long and hard about that when he’s lying awake in his apartment, Gracie snoozing in her room. About how she used to be the only reason he was here, in Hawaii, but now she’s the only reason he’s here, in this glorified storage closet. About how much he’s missed being surrounded by loud, crazy, loving people. About what the hell he’s going to do when super-sprog is out in the world and things will supposedly go back to normal. For a certain value of normal that includes Danny’s two male co-workers having newborn babies they’ll have given birth to themselves but does not include the five of them continuing to live in each other’s pockets.

Danny doesn’t sleep much those nights.