"You're such a sweet goof," Danny sighs and laments, peering over Steve's shoulder to confirm with Zulu, like the dog's got something on this. "Isn't he? Isn't he just?" Danny leans in to press a smack of a kiss to Steve's lips. "Babe, I need clothes that fit. And yeah, maybe I'm gonna go swimming later. And you can be crazy about me the whole time, but you gotta give some time to...to adjust," he says, gesturing to his head. "I mean. I mean." He smoothes a hand over the tie with a sigh. "I mean, for one, I gotta get past this mental image I have of us right now. Okay?"