Danny's face goes pale and blank. "Oh, shit," he says, panic now on his face because a simple touch to his finger says it's not there anymore. He starts digging around the sheets, ass in the air, burrowing around and hair under the blanket.

It's not there and so he shifts, legs draped over Steve's to hook as he reaches over the bed, hair falling forward and he sights it, just out of reach. He grapples for it, hooking it with his pinky and sliding it on his thumb to keep it from getting loose.