And when he wakes up next morning, Steve's already awake, rubbing little circles with his thumb against Danny's hip, and Danny groans, scrubs a hand over his face, says, "how you feeling?" And Steve says, "better. Some." And Danny nods, says, "I'll go find you some - you should eat. Apple sauce. Something." And Steve gets the goofiest look on his face and looks down at the sheets, ears flaring bright pink. "In a bit," he mumbles, and Danny is exhausted, can't even figure him out, so he just agrees and closes his eyes again, reassured Steve's not going to expire in the next five minutes, lets himself drift just a little.