Plot bunny of the day.
So it came to me as the Flatmates and I were trying to do pilates in our living-room. Now, okay, that was a complete disaster, I have no muscles it is now a fact. But anyway, on to the idea, excuse the tangent.
Have you ever seen these pictures?
(if you haven't, well, you're welcome)
Now I want a story where while the team is moving Danny to a slightly better apartment (possibly closer to Steve's but you know, in my head they're not together at the beginning of this so yeah), Steve stumbles upon a stack of old pictures, these and more. And he's so fucking intrigued and all over that shit he finds some time to ask Danny about it and Danny spills that it was how he worked out and worked through his anger, and he loved it but then you know, Rachel asked him to stop and he never got back into it.
So Steve installs a sand bag in his new apartment when Danny's not around and so Danny wears a wifebeater and finds his old gloves in his stuff and he works through his anger so much he gets to the bottom of his feelings and suddenly it's crystal clear that he's utterly, completely, stupidly in love with Steve.
....Yeah. I don't know, you guys.