"So, let me get this straight," Steve gestured with his beer bottle. Pointing to one side with the top, and then toward her. Like walking through the facts of a case, or the point on the wall. Like his eyes weren't dark blue and coolly, smoothly amused, even when stacking the deck and reading off his hand in flawless form. "I'm paying and I'm getting nothing out of it, this time?"

No Cath with her legs wrapped around him. Or smothering laughter in his shoulder, while literally challenging him to keep up or show up with his best seconds before or after it. Or the way her cool demeanor melts away until she can't stop the spill of words from her lips, and the words are echoing in the house with the sound of her voice, loud and shameless.

He doesn't think Danny would get it. His saying that. Especially now. Even if they aren't whatever are or aren't. But he's pretty sure she will. He doesn't really remember them all that clearly, but he can try to pull on how things were when she wasn't available in the past, even if it was only in ones or twos so far apart, the guys were usually gone by the time another half year or longer passed, before they ran into each other, again.