Danny's fingers still. And holy shit, he wished he'd known this before they did anything. He sits up slowly, back curved as he drapes his arms over his legs and just stares forward. He scrubs his face and tries to process the good -- he just got Steve's first -- and the bad -- which means that all this might be what, an experiment? Fuck.

He stays silent for a long moment, sitting up and away from Steve, having displaced his head.