"You know, you're sort of making me regret even offering to install a stove at all," Steve calmly responds from his place standing in the kitchen, pouring some fresh-squeezed orange juice into the first of two glasses.

He'd gone for an early morning jog, capped off by a shower at the Compound, and then decided to cook them breakfast to bring back since he'd been in the neighborhood. It had been slightly complicated by the fact that he'd had to transport everything back, and he'd felt somewhat ridiculous juggling the tray, but he's managed not to spill anything too drastically, and he even picked a flower and stuck it in a glass of water to decorate the table while he finishes setting.

He finally notices what Danny is wearing when he sets the juice down, refraining from voicing any judgment.

"I'm not even going to ask," he says, even if he does tilt his head to study Danny as he passes.