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The people I know, okay. They are the most mature, ever.
Danny knows he's going to regret everything the moment Steve sees what Danny picked up for dinner. "No," he says, shaking a finger at Steve. He really shouldn't have to be the one to say these things, or, really, there shouldn't be cause for these things to be said. "No, Steve. No." They're on a stake-out, for God's sake. A little decorum is all he asks. Not this. This whatever Steve has turned into over the past several hours.
"Come on," Steve mumbles, face shoved in one of the takeout bags. "Live a little, Danno."
Rather than sink to Steve's level, Danny takes a seat on the ratty couch and waits for the inevitable. Steve doesn't let him down, resurfacing from the depths of the paper bag a moment later, one of his stupid smiles plastered all over his stupid face. He shoots a quick look at Danny, and then clears his throat. Danny sighs, and can't really help feel irritated fondness for the goof. "Well," he says, gesturing for Steve to get on with it already, "don't keep me in suspense."
Steve's smile gets even bigger, if that's possible. He makes a production of breaking the fortune cookie in half, and when he speaks, it's with a horrifyingly dramatic flair Danny hopes never to hear again. "You will have great success in the new year." There's a beat of silence during which Steve tries and fails to keep a straight face before he adds, "In bed."
Danny drops his head in his hands as Steve laughs like a moron, convinced he's the height of comedic genius when really, he's no better than half the kids Danny went to school with. "I hate you," Danny says, not really meaning it. "I hate you so much."
Steve just laughs harder.
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Danny knows he's going to regret everything the moment Steve sees what Danny picked up for dinner. "No," he says, shaking a finger at Steve. He really shouldn't have to be the one to say these things, or, really, there shouldn't be cause for these things to be said. "No, Steve. No." They're on a stake-out, for God's sake. A little decorum is all he asks. Not this. This whatever Steve has turned into over the past several hours.
"Come on," Steve mumbles, face shoved in one of the takeout bags. "Live a little, Danno."
Rather than sink to Steve's level, Danny takes a seat on the ratty couch and waits for the inevitable. Steve doesn't let him down, resurfacing from the depths of the paper bag a moment later, one of his stupid smiles plastered all over his stupid face. He shoots a quick look at Danny, and then clears his throat. Danny sighs, and can't really help feel irritated fondness for the goof. "Well," he says, gesturing for Steve to get on with it already, "don't keep me in suspense."
Steve's smile gets even bigger, if that's possible. He makes a production of breaking the fortune cookie in half, and when he speaks, it's with a horrifyingly dramatic flair Danny hopes never to hear again. "You will have great success in the new year." There's a beat of silence during which Steve tries and fails to keep a straight face before he adds, "In bed."
Danny drops his head in his hands as Steve laughs like a moron, convinced he's the height of comedic genius when really, he's no better than half the kids Danny went to school with. "I hate you," Danny says, not really meaning it. "I hate you so much."
Steve just laughs harder.
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