MHA # 2 | Thursday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie had actually enjoyed her half-a-week back at work. She'd done a little press (and like...things were going pretty well there, considering that she and Maeve were being lauded as heroes who had taken down a Nazi), she'd gone on an actual save last night, and today, she'd had a completely civil meeting about Citizen Starlight before she'd left to return to Fandom.

And because she thought she was funny -- and it was the first time she was coming home here, rather than visiting Diego -- she opened the door with a, "Honey, I'm home!"

The black cat on the couch gave her a bemused, slightly grumpy -- or was that just how cats looked? -- look.

And between how she was pretty sure Diego would never get a pet (especially without checking with her), the way the cat responded to his name, and -- let's be honest -- the expression on that cat's little kitty face...it didn't take long before she was sighing heavily. "I've heard this happens."

She pulled off her cape as she headed into the bedroom to change, texting Danny to let him know he could head over for wine at any time -- and, you know, while she was at it, probably best to let Rey know that their plans for a double-date this weekend looked like they'd changed.

And thus, she missed it when cat-Diego decided that her white cape was absolutely the spot to put his black, copiously-shedding self.

Naturally.

[expecting one but it can be open! Cat boyfriend modded with permission, of course. eta: contents of the Danny convo NFB, please!]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie gave him a curious glance, but held up a finger to excuse herself momentarily before returning with a set of shot glasses and a bottle of rum.

"Are you okay?" she asked seriously, pouring out the shots and setting them out on the balcony rail.

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"So, we might have..." Spit it out, Daniel. "Gone a little further than normal friendship things in the light of some heightened emotions."

They did the do.

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"Gone a little -- " It took Annie a second before her eyes were widening and she was clasping a hand over her mouth. "Oh my God, Danny! That's great! Wait. Is it great?"

He was not acting like it was great?

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Danny's expression was one that implied he sure as hell didn't know. "It's not--I don't know what's happening with it," he finally settled on with a good number of broad hand gestures to get there.

Well, he finished that glass quickly to get through it too, didn't he?

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Good thing there was totally more. Because it seemed like this was going to take, like, a lot of wine. Not to mention all of this squirrel-rum.

Annie settled back in her chair, now with her legs tucked up on the seat with her because this was all very interesting and her posture couldn't help but show it. "Okay," she said slowly, considering that. "So it's just like -- an in-the-moment thing?"

She could kind of get that.

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"In a way that feels like I'm an idiot teenager, yes," Danny said, already reaching to refill his glass.

He'd talk to Kono, but he knew she had a bet going on the subject. Oh, he knew.

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"Because you guys aren't talking about it?" Annie guessed.

It seemed more likely than, 'Because you're hooking up in twin beds,' or whatever, which would be a very teenagery thing to do.

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SHHHH. NO ONE NEEDED TO KNOW THOSE DETAILS.

"Yes," Danny said with an aggrieved sigh. He was really kind of glad Diego was a cat and passed out inside for this. "And I don't do that sort of thing. At least not well."

He wasn't a booty call kinda guy. Shocking.

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"Well, and it's Steve," Annie had to point out, gently. "So you're just like -- like there's no talking about it?"

This was also a foreign concept to Annie.

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Danny too, honestly.

"I made a--" He gestured vaguely at his own neck. "--a mark on him and when I touched it to make sure things had actually happened, he looked like I had decked him or something. So, yeah. No talking."

Admittedly it had not been the right time to do. But he didn't know if there would ever be one.

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"Like he was upset?" Annie asked, frowning. "Well. Like. Not talking isn't going to help resolve that."

Like, sorry to be all therapy words about it, Danny.

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"Like crazy SEAL eyes of panic," Danny corrected.

He knew Steve's body language way too well.

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"Well, let him panic," Annie replied, shrugging a little. "He's a big boy. Is this just like, a one-time thing, though? You deserve to know."

Even if it made Steve panicky. Sometimes the best things were a little panic-inducing.

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Danny's ability to panic over things going to shit in his life was his thing, though.

"And if it was just, I don't know, this weird way of helping out a friend?" Danny asked. "Or worse, he felt obligated or something. I practically threw myself at him that first time."

Oh, multiple times now, huh?

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Yeah, Annie caught that, too. "Okay, so it wasn't a one-time thing," she observed softly. "Like -- I have a lot of friends, Danny? And I've never 'helped out a friend' in the way you're saying."

You would all take your hugs and wine talk and maybe a fancy foot scrub treatment or something to get you through your hard times, and you would like it.

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"He spent hundreds of dollars right after meeting me so I could have a nice weekend with my daughter," Danny said. Because Steve needed people who would stick around and practically everyone in his life prior to Five-0 had taught him only how useful he was kept them there.

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"So he's demonstrated in the past that your happiness is important to him?" Annie noted, not seeing the problem here.

Also, aww, Steve. That was cute.

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"He wanted me to stick around," Danny insisted. "People don't stick around in his life."

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"And you have stuck around," Annie pointed out gently. "You've shown him you're not going anywhere, right?"

So maybe everyone here could use their words and talk about their feelings instead of just making panic faces!

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"That's easier said than done," Danny sighed, slumping back to drink his wine. "Christ, I've never had this sort of trouble with women."

Because he was a serial monogamist who had to be blatantly hit on to notice.

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"Well. I think Steve's kind of a special case, anyway," Annie noted with a little smile. She knew a thing or two about repressed, kinda closed-off dudes, maybe. "But, like -- it's not okay for him to string you along, either, no matter what his reasons are."

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"I don't think that's what he's doing here," Danny replied honestly. "I might be ready to say I like guys as much as I like women, but Steve... if he does, I don't know."

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"It sounds like he does." Like, she was being delicate here, but she presumed Danny would know if Steve had been into that. "But like. That's okay. That's his to figure out." And if she sounded a little dubious about that, well. She kind of was.

Still kind of sounded like stringing Danny along, even if he didn't mean to be doing it.

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"I'm also worried," Danny said, picking his words carefully. "That if it's a case of just me having some feelings here."

Which wasn't something he said lightly.

"How the hell am I gonna work with him? Is he gonna always second guess things? Am I?"

He already was, to be honest.

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"You have to confront it," Annie said, shaking her head. "You can't just, like, pretend it's not happening. And you can still work with him, no matter what. I worked with a boyfriend, for like, almost a year. If the partnership is there, it doesn't matter."

And clearly the partnership was already there. Like, that seemed like it was was the easy part.