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Danny's gone to bed the night before in something of a mess. His hair is tall, his shirt is strewn on the floor, and he's practically leeched himself onto Steve, sliding his arms tighter around him and holding on as firmly as he can. In the morning, he's groggier than normal thanks to the activities from the night before. He shifts, barely conscious, and turns just enough so that he presses his mouth to Steve's shoulder.

His arms and legs wrap around Steve's torso and lets out a heavy grunt. "S'morning," he accuses, angry at the morning for coming back. "Make it go away," he adds with a swat at Steve, like he can do something.