That's never been true. Right? Did he ever live as a burning coal under Rachel's skin, the way Steve is suggesting he is under his? Did she find it impossible to breathe, in better ways than the times they were screaming at each other until they were blue in the face? Steve keeps kissing him, because somehow kissing Danny is even more important than tossing a reprimand or a taunt back at Danny's head, which is just as bizarre as that taunt being true to begin with. Danny would have bet even money that Steve's favorite thing, aside from large-scale automatic weapons, was to poke and prod and strain Danny's temper, but Steve is making him wonder if he should reassess, because Steve presses a kiss that makes Danny's head swim to his mouth first, before aiming an insult that is actually nowhere near an insult.

"Are you running a fever?" He squints up at Steve, trying to catch his breath. It's catching, rusty and copper-tasting, deep in his lungs, like he just sprinted across an interstate, dodging cars the whole way. "Did you maybe hit your head on something harder than your skull? Like a diamond, or whatever they make space shuttles out of? Because you seem more delusional than usual. I realize that's a little like saying the ocean is more wet today than it normally is, but still."

Even when his voice tugs, hard, into a half-groan at the way Steve rocks against him, making Danny's hips cant up, instinctive, pushing for more, closer, if not rough and fast and mind-erasing yet.

He's joking, anyway. Mostly. It's just, it's impossible, right? Why should Steve think that, feel that. Why should there have been a year's worth of wanting someone like Danny, who can barely manage to keep his wardrobe together, let alone his life?

Listen, it's crazy, but honestly if Steve's been Bodysnatched, it would make a lot more sense out of the last few weeks.

"I mean, you aren't insulting me. Did I hit my head? Is this opposite world? Have I fallen down the rabbithole?"