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[haolehothead]

There are moments in Danny's life that he's proud of. There's ones that he's okay with shoving under the carpet, too. The more he thinks about it, the more he thinks that this one right here is gonna be in the latter category

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[girlsolo]

Community service done for the day, Kate takes her freshly showered ass to the clothing box to dig around for more black fabric. Shoes. Trenchcoat. Something 'soft and pretty'. And some stuff that's not so soft. Leather or suede or denim. She's got a pretty good haul at the hut but shopping vintage is like a part-time job.

The box is in a mood today and she ends up with a lot of melodramatic Goth crap, but it's black and there's a wannabe-cute skirt, plus a pair of red heels (score). She crams it all down into a bag and she's about to skate out but there's some cheesy sci fi on the tv and there's a very familiar puppy and... not Steve.

Too bad. Danny can just put up with her today.

She drops her stuff at the foot of the couch and hops over the back. "Hey, Z-man," she croons at the puppy and gives him a belly pat, before shooting a look at Danny. "What're we watching, Five-O?"

[girlsolo]

Kate nods and thinks about the promise she just made to Declan. Sighing, she settles in against the dog and lets herself lean toward Danny. "You're looking for guarantees, Five-O, and there aren't any. Anyone can leave you. Anyone can lie. The only person you can count on, is you." Kate ought to know, if anyone does. "If it's worth the risk, then make your promises and keep them."

[haolehothead]

"Maybe I just don't wanna get left again," is all he says, pinching the bridge of his nose to try and shake himself out of this funk before it starts to consume him totally. "Anyway, it's only worse because I have a goddamn type. Gorgeous, confident, tall, smart, and able to snag anyone they want."

[girlsolo]

Eyes rolling, Kate snorts, a short sharp laugh. "No one wants to get left. Whole freaking island full of people tying weights to each other's feet going don't leave!" She's not mocking him. She knows what it's like. It's just like looking in a weird, dude mirror. She elbows him in the ribs, lightly. "Don't get a complex over it."

[haolehothead]

"Yeah, well, too late. It's sort of what happens when your ex crushes your heart, steals your kid, and remarries within a year," he points out. "And, you know, I love Steve, but there are certain assholish tendencies I'm not sure he's shed, yet."

[girlsolo]

"Whole world's full of sad stories." That's a little sharp, but, fuck, it's not like her dad didn't get blown up in front of her eyes, mom check out for a bunch of years and not come back til it was too late and her baby brother looked to her instead of mom. "Either you want this or you don't." Kate turns her head to lift an eyebrow at him. "I'm not trying to be dick, Five-O. Just saying all that's true, but it's still a yes or no question."

[haolehothead]

"Trust me, I want it, but...you know, you expect the worst out of the world at some point. It sucks, but you do," he says. "Anyway, I love the gigantic doofball and I'd be a jealous son of a bitch if anyone else got him."

[girlsolo]

Kate doesn't point out that expecting the worst out of the world is something she's a pro at. Instead she shrugs, smirks a little and says, "Sounds kinda like vows to me."

[haolehothead]

"Yeah, my jealousy isn't going in the vows," he teases, but it's a fond thing and they might sneak their way in there, regardless. "But thanks for the talking-to. Occasionally, I can maybe embellish on my situation. Once in a while."

[girlsolo]

Relationship advice? Not her. Calling it like she sees it? "Not a problem." She shifts on the couch, ruffling Zulu's ears as she stands to head for the projector reel. "So, what's up next?"

[haolehothead]

"I'm thinking I take a peek and see just what my baby girl is doing," he admits, toying with the reel he sees -- something about Halloween? His Hawaiian's real limited and he's never really cared enough to improve it. "It's weird, I know, but it's all I got."

[girlsolo]

Kate's curious, she's got to admit. About his kid, about their team, about Steve, so she nods and holds out a hand for the reel. "Sure. What's her name, your kid?"

[haolehothead]

"Grace," he says, quietly as he loads up the one he found, settling back down into the couch and watching with a sigh as he takes Grace trick or treating through what looks to be Oahu's scummiest goddamn motel. It's all he can do not to press his face into his hands.

Sure, his life here might not be golden, but it looks like things went to crap back home.

[girlsolo]

"How old is she?" The little girl on the screen is really cute. Stubborn as hell, and not into trick-or-treating, but obviously loves her dad like burning.

It stings. Fuck, for so many reasons. She's not even going to let her think about...that. She reaches into her pocket and rubs her thumb against the inside of the shell there instead. It's dumb. It's not even her kid. Just some other version of her with a guy who loves someone else. And the last anyone heard of him he was in Antarctica which makes seashells even stupider. Do they even have seashells on the ice beaches?

[haolehothead]

"She'd be nine, now," Danny admits, his voice slightly thin as he tries not to think about all the stuff he's missed. It's too much because a day is too much, as far as he's concerned. "And she's conscientious and brilliant and can wipe the floor playing poker," he says proudly.

[girlsolo]

If there's anything Kate's good at, it's ignoring emotions. Hers. Other peoples'. Any and all emotions. It's not that she's emotionless at all or even repressed, but no one likes being called on that crap. Instead of saying the obvious you must miss her, she doesn't say anything at all, not even awww, Five-0, look at you all parental and shit, just scoots closer and sinks deep in the couch to keep him company while he watches.