"Hey," Danny says hoarsely. "Hey, you gotta give me a second. You gotta give me some time to process this, okay? Fuck. I thought, I thought...you're a Navy boy, I thought there'd be someone who'd done this for you, to you, fuck, I don't know," he rambles, still scrubbing his palm over his face. "I mean, I am fucking delighted to be your first, don't get me wrong, but I..." He lets out a frustrated growl.

Great. Just like Rachel. Steve's gonna go out there and find someone better who can give him nicer things. He smacks his head again and again on his forearm.