March 7th

[haolehothead]

Danny feels ridiculous. Genuinely and truly, he doesn't know that he's ever felt like more of a schmuck in his entire life, feeling as nervous as he does. He's in the main room of the hut, watching sports like something might actually change in the outcome of his Best Of DVDs if he just watches hard enough. Nothing does change.

Still, he stays nervous and he feels like he's about to do something that could simultaneously be the best and the worst thing that he's ever done in his entire life -- and it's tomorrow. He's getting hitched with Steve tomorrow. He's got his clothes hung up over the doorway, he's got a speech in mind for the reception, and he's even doing fairly okay with not having Grace there. He just can't shake the goddamn nerves.

"Shit," he mutters, getting up to get some air, leaving the door open before he returns to the best of the NHL, circa 2008. He's supposed to be calm about this. It's Steve. It's his best friend, it's the guy he's been with for over a year -- almost to the day, even -- and friends with for over a year before that.

Maybe the solution here is some booze, but Danny doesn't want to be that tragic kind of guy who does it all alone.

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[beaugeste]

She grins at him. "Mm. Danny Williams-McGarrett? It's a mouthful. Really," she adds, a little more seriously, "I can't imagine you not having kids, if you had the chance. But I suppose with such a small population, you have to get lucky."

[haolehothead]

"Other way, but yeah. Danny McGarrett-Williams," he says, holding out a hand as if in introduction. "As for the kid part, I try not to think about it. Mostly because you're right. It's damn near impossible with the small population we've got here."

[beaugeste]

"Enchante," Marie teases, taking his hand and shaking it, almost playfully, before leaning against him comfortably. "You'll get lucky eventually. And in the meantime, you can babysit for me, but you can't take it home!"

[haolehothead]

Danny knows that she's trying to make him feel better, but the truth is that he's not in the mood for that. Hell, he struggles with Rachel, most days. "Let's just not talk about that now, okay?" he asks, quiet and more serious than he typically is.

[beaugeste]

"Of course, cher." The one thing she absolutely doesn't want to do is make Danny sad. "Anyway, I interrupted you watching your game, I don't mind if you want to put it back on."

[haolehothead]

"You watch hockey?" Danny asks, a bit surprised and hopeful. Sure, it's nice to have some games to watch when he gets distracted, but it never really holds up to watching with friends. "I've got all the best of?"

[beaugeste]

"I haven't," Marie admits, "and I don't have the faintest idea how it works, but I'm a pretty quick study, when I want to be. Or you could explain it."

[haolehothead]

"Well, the best part about hockey is the fights," Danny says, his finger on the remote control as he skips ahead to the featurette that gives him such great joy -- at least, in watching guys pummel the crap out of other men. "It's really what hockey's all about, deep down."

[beaugeste]

"Ooh," Marie laughs. "Watching athletic men wrestle around and hit each other? I never realised hockey would be that promising, or I'd have started watching it before."

[haolehothead]

"Well, they're still wearing a lot of equipment, so I realize it probably doesn't attract to you on a primal level, or whatever the hell you want to call it," Danny says, gesturing around him broadly. "But, hey, it's not so bad, right?"