Danny grins as he grabs the sheath of papers and adjusts his jersey and then his jeans. He's glad for the walk, seeing as it'll give him time to calm down. "I'll see you tonight, babe," Danny promises, taking a long sip of orange juice before he ducks out the door to head up to the IPD for the day, digging his attention into work.

That still doesn't keep thoughts of Steve at bay. He tries to keep them innocent as he totes around babies and plays games with toddlers, but by the time he gets to talking to housing crew, the thoughts are distinctly unpure all over again.

That, and it's been about eight hours since that morning. Danny's got one more stop and that's the Compound kitchen, where he finagles wine and starts looking for steaks they can grill up. Boar steaks are gonna have to do, he realizes, apron around his waist and spatula in hand.