Steve doesn't even need to hold his arms out for the puppy; Zulu's already jumping into his lap, curling up on top of the sheets and resting his head on Steve's knee, and he absently pets the dog from head to tail as he watches Danny get dressed.

Now he can't decide which look he likes better - and more importantly, he realizes this is going to be a problem.

"You can't wear that to work," he mutters, tugging the puppy up against his chest and hiding his face against the yellow fur.