He doesn't say it has to work like that. Not while he's putting his menu away, or picking up his beer an catching another swallow while she settles and he wonders why he hadn't saw this as being the topic for dinner, when the topic of dinner had seems so joke worthy. It has to be though. Time spent added up like that. Especially in this situation.

Work has to come first. He has to keep making sure that it does, and that it is uninterrupted. There isn't room for doubt.

Steve gave a raise of eyebrows for her pause, whatever it is that's gumming up her making a point. When so many of hers were so fast, pinpointed clear. Until she says it and there is a rueful sort of rise to the edges of his while he pushed his lips together, a slightly nod given with it all.

"Yeah." Steve rubbed his mouth, before giving a small wave of his hand. "He didn't either."

Or. Steve. Steve was pretty positive in every single way that one could be that he didn't. And he was aware Danny really didn't fit into many of things he'd once gone looking for. Loyal, hardworking, and solid, yeah. But toe-headed and redefining mouthy, emotional and brand new to all of this.

But Danny was the one thing he couldn't get out of his head. Burn out of his skin before now, and especially now.