"Oh," Steve chuckles, fully amused even as he struggles to repress a shiver, the majority of which ends up lodged in his spine right where Danny's thumb is nudging. But he grins, fingers tangling in the green of the jersey, right along the white numbers, and leans down, lips grazing the curve of Danny's jaw. "You know, you're saying these things and still expecting to walk out this door in five minutes, do you realize that?"