"Huh."

Her hands come up, fingers lacing slightly together, and she leans her cheek against the back of one, considering that. "I mean, it might have been nice to not wait until the last possible second to tell me, but yeah, no."

Which just confirms for her the suspicion that Danny thought the two of them were together, together. Which sort of explains why he'd turned white as a sheet and bolted from the house. Which wasn't actually accurate, but Danny seems like the kind of guy who's so used to putting pieces of evidence together on the job that he does it continually off the clock, too.

Still. Steve, calling to let her know ahead of time? Steve, considering...this to be more than a casual tussle when it's available?

The whole thought is bizarre in the extreme. She guesses it's possible, but it's been so long since she'd come to accept that what they have can't be defined by the standards of a normal, even purely physical, relationship that the whole idea feels as strange as trying to write with the wrong hand.