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And the thing is, Danny knows that in a couple of days, when he's the one avoiding coherent sentences like they're on fire and drooling a little onto the pillow, Steve will act superior about it. He won't mean to, but he will-- Danny knows that, knows that this asshole he's fallen in with can't help but be that guy, knows that for all Steve'll be there, solid, steady, he'll play it like he's never had a goddamn sniffle in his life. But Danny's careful anyway, shifts just enough to reach the magazine on the nightstand, slow and easy to keep from waking him. He soothes a hand down Steve's back and Steve makes a noise, soft, discontent, and maybe Danny presses a kiss into his hair--just one--before he turns his attention to an article he isn't really reading at all.