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[haolehothead]

Danny's been working a nice little meal all day. There's a little fowl, a little spicy sauce on top of it, and he's just written Steve's name down on a pretty little sheet of paper that might, one day, give him some kind of decision power -- so he may be crazy, but at least he's gonna be crazy as he goes down swinging. He's wearing a pair of jeans

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[newkindofcop]

Steve's been standing there for a while as he watches Danny pick up the dog, walking in and out of rooms with him. He's still towel-drying his hair after rinsing off in the outdoor shower, but he's got clothes on for dinner so he doesn't show up in swim trunks, slipping into a pair of ratty jeans and a threadbare yellow t-shirt. He leaves the towel out on the porch to dry and slips off his sandals before he walks in, and he's waiting in the kitchen by the time Danny makes the rounds and comes back, Zulu still in his arms.

"Pretty soon he's going to get too big for either of us to do that anymore," he admits, reaching over to gently ruffle the dog's head. "Dinner smells good."

[newkindofcop]

"I don't know, Danny, I'm not - I've never been the face of something," he replies, leaning back in his chair with a slow shrug.

"This whole serving on the Council thing, it's more exposure than I'm used to."

[haolehothead]

"Hey, Steve, look," Danny says as he kicks back in his chair and he gives Steve a contemplative look, reaching out to push his bare foot against Steve's ankle. "If you want to run, I'm gonna stand behind you the whole time and help. I can even help write your speech. I think that you would be good at this," he informs him. "Why don't you?"

[newkindofcop]

"That's exactly my point," Steve replies, looking at him intently, his voice low and insistent.

"I'm not the guy who makes the speeches. I work behind the scenes to try and get the job done. I don't need that credit, that recognition. I'm good with just staying out of all of that."

[haolehothead]

Danny looks at Steve like suddenly, he's grown three heads. "Okay, babe, you were head of a prominent task force. Sure, no speeches, but you can bet all the articles about us centered on you. Council is an opportunity to get the job done," he says, feeling utterly lost. "Steve, is this just about you not liking the spotlight or what? What's going on here?"

[newkindofcop]

"Yeah, but Danny, there's a reason none of those articles had actual interviews in them," he counters, looking back at him without much of a change in his expression as he folds his arms over his chest, fingers wrapping around his chin.

"There was never any press involved back when I was in Intelligence. We got in, got out. There wasn't exactly a press conference held after a black ops mission, and you never saw us doing anything of that in Five-O either, did you?"

[haolehothead]

"Do you see them doing that here?" Danny retorts defensively, already in debate mode. He pushes his plate aside and mimics Steve's stance, crossing his arms over his chest. "Do you see any of them doing any kind of public meetings to try and earn hearts and minds? No. They get shit done. Are you scared of losing if you run?" Danny wonders.

[newkindofcop]

"I didn't say that," Steve answers, shaking his head slowly. He finally leans forward, pushing his chair out slightly so he can rest his arms on his knees, fingers loosely clasping as he dwells in thought for a moment. "I guess I'm just surprised by the thought that I'd even be considered for a position at this point, when there are so many other potential candidates."

[haolehothead]

Danny stands to start clearing the plates away, giving Steve a light knock in the back of the head with a rap of his knuckles as he goes, mostly because he can and mostly because Danny feels like he needs it, some of the time. "Hey, doof," he says, rolling his eyes. "Stop being overmodest. You're hot, you're smart, you're capable, and you're calm. You're a goddamn good candidate."

[newkindofcop]

"Overmodest? Is that even a word?" Steve questions out loud, flinching a little as Danny reaches back to knock him on the head, though he doesn't move to rub it, even if it winds up stinging slightly.

"I don't think the island should be judging its representatives on hotness, either."

[haolehothead]

Danny moves his hands down to rub at Steve's shoulders, over that damn distracting fabric of that thin t-shirt. He picks at it with his fingers, then smoothes it out, barely paying attention to what Steve's saying anymore because he's too busy allowing his palms to roam down over Steve's front. "Uh huh, is too," he insists, thumb edging over a nipple.

[newkindofcop]

Steve glances back, torn somewhere between a frown of thought and a bemused smile as Danny proceeds to let his hands roam over his chest. "What're you doing, Danno?" he asks, merely inquiring as he remains leaning back in his chair.

[haolehothead]

"Do you have any idea how good you look in this shirt?" he demands, wrapping both arms around Steve's shoulders as he leans in and rests his chin idly on Steve's shoulder, letting it serve as a support ledge. "Cuz I don't think you do," he mumbles.

[newkindofcop]

"Found it in the box," Steve admits, leaning back into Danny's chest for a minute as he feels his chin notch in against his shoulder, reaching up with one hand to idly stroke fingertips over Danny's forearm. "Didn't think it was so special, babe."

[haolehothead]

"Are you kidding? It's practically see-through, it's beautiful," Danny praises with a smug look on his face, letting his fingers descend past the barrier of the collar and down under the shirt. "So, are we agreed? You're gonna run for Council?"

[newkindofcop]

Steve concedes with a sigh, dropping his head slightly, the tension easing away from his shoulders. "But don't think this has anything to do with how blatantly you're groping me right now," he insists, gently pinching the inside of Danny's forearm.