Danny sits up slightly, hair falling over his shoulder as he lets his fingers trail down Zulu's fur. The pup has tired himself out by now and is half-snoring away in bed. It's kind of adorable and reminiscent of Steve when he gets real tired.

Danny, meanwhile, is still having a little bit of a panic. Mostly, mostly about what exactly he's supposed to tell everyone. "Hey," Danny exhales, the word heavy. "Babe, I think maybe I'm gonna take a sick day, take the Camaro into the shops and pick up some stuff."