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When the morning sunlight comes spilling into his room, Danny makes a muffled noise of protest as he rolls back onto his stomach and starts to regret asking Steve to put in windows. Sure, windows are great and they let the light in and now he feels like he lives in a home and not a shack, but in the morning, now he just feels grumpy and glared on.

Danny rolls onto his back and sighs, staring at the ceiling and glancing at the wall to his side that separates his room from Steve's. Usually he just knocks on it and asks if Steve wants breakfast, but Danny's got a full day with a shift at the IPD and then over to the Children's Office. Not to mention, he does want to see some people about house repairs. So, it's a long day, and he'd still like to squeeze in Date Number Six.

He finally coaxes himself out of bed. The sooner he gets to the office, the sooner he gets back for dinner. He knows he's going to be around little ones inevitably, so he doesn't go for the tie, getting an old Jets football jersey and sliding it on atop a pair of worn-in jeans. Yeah, he's gonna catch hell, but he learned his lessons about ties around babies when Grace was tiny.

He makes a note to pick up hair gel when he comes back because his hair is flyaways and tears, no order to it as he starts making noise to tell Steve that he's up. "Hey! I'm making fruit for breakfast. You know, just like every other day, since you haven't put a stove in for me!" he shouts, voice escalating on every word.

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Steve actually considers this and nods finally, getting up to his feet and clasping the hand that Danny reaches out to him, using his grip to gently hoist him up. "That's actually pretty good. I'd believe it," he admits - especially given how their last attempt at surfing lessons had gone. "So, what, you going to need to be carried over?"

Danny pulls a bitch of a face, which is essentially his admitting that yes, he needs that kind of help if he's going to the clinic at this point in time.

"Alright, baby," Steve says, sliding one arm underneath Danny's shoulders as the other skims underneath his thighs, taking care to avoid his knee and picking him up as gently as possible, even if he knows some of the jostling will hurt Danny's knee. "Sorry," he adds, murmuring an apology against Danny's temple.

"Holy shit, I feel emasculated right now," Danny complains, hissing slightly when the pain is sharp. He's in Steve's goddamn arms in a honeymoon carry and he fucking hates his life.

"I wish there was a better way to do this," Steve agrees, "but it's not like I can just stick you in the Camaro and drive over." He has a feeling the trip is going to be a particularly tense one.

Danny grits his teeth together and just sighs, practically collapsing in Steve's arms, going dead-weight. "I'd suggest fireman's carry, but then I'm just gonna have a view of your ass all trip."

"I don't exactly hear you complaining about that," Steve says, and tries not to hitch Danny up too roughly, but he's really not going to make this any easier for him, is he? "Besides, you'd just look like someone I was hauling back to the hut to have my way with."

Danny just smirks at that. "Which is different than how we were exactly an hour ago, how?" he wonders, sliding a hand up Steve's shirt to grip onto it every time a new wave of pain comes around. "Fuck, this is probably easy for you. I hate you. I hate you and every inch of your height."

"We're almost there," Steve quietly assures him, even though they still have a ways to walk and Danny almost certainly knows that too. "And I'm not really sure what my height has to do with anything, but yours probably helps in this case."

"Fuck you, McGarrett," Danny says tiredly, giving up the fight and just sliding his other arm around Steve's waist. "This wasn't your fault. Not one inch. So don't think it was. Okay? Tell me you get that."

"Yeah," Steve replies, though he's already glancing down the path and trying to figure out if there's any more of a direct route to the clinic, getting his bearings now that the sun is finally starting to rise higher in the sky. "Yeah, I get it."