Danny gets vertical again, shaking the hair back with a hand in a practiced motion that he usually does with the short hair. Now it just collects the rest and pushes it -- frizzy and untamed -- over his shoulder. He swivels and settles back, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with Steve, tapping his fingers awkwardly on his thighs as he sits cross-legged, ring securely on his thumb. "Oh, fuck this," Danny sighs after a moment too long of awkwardness.

He slides down the bed and gets in front of Steve, bowing his head forward to start kissing down his chest like it's any other morning.