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[haolehothead]

Danny's pretty sure that one day, and one day soon, Steve's going to end up snapping and cutting off the beard in his sleep. Truthfully, Danny's pretty enamored of the damn thing, though that might have a great heaping deal to do with the fact that he got to grow it out alongside his hair and nothing's compelled him to shave it off lately.

Still, as he tries on vests and pants in the bedroom of the hut, he wonders if Rachel's going to have his head on a platter if he shows up to her wedding with scruff that could serve as the envy of the general population. "Steve?" he calls, poking his head out of the bedroom as he unknots his tie and unbuttons the vest, searching through the pile on the bed for the next combination. "Did the SEALs teach you to match? Hell, the boy scouts, whatever, I need a second opinion over wedding attire," he summons, snapping his fingers.

Zulu comes running, so at least one thing under the roof listens to him.

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[haolehothead]

Danny leans forward to brush a slow kiss to Steve's hair, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Okay, we're grown men. We are parents. We need a plan of action. What do you think about bribery with a shiny new set of paint and maybe you go talk to her, huh?"

[newkindofcop]

"You want me to - Danny, I'm no good at this," Steve says, looking up with a helpless expression.

"You're the one with experience in this area - you know, the whole parenting thing."

[haolehothead]

"How about because she caught me with my pants down? Literally?" Danny says, shooting Steve an incredulous look as if to ask how the hell he's turning this into an actual competition. "Babe, I'm going to die of humiliation for a while. You, go do the thing you've been scared of forever. You have to learn sometime."

[newkindofcop]

"Okay," Steve says, even if he sounds more than slightly tentative at the idea of talking about what has just happened.

He rises to his feet slowly, smoothing his hands over the mussed fabric of his pants, and just as slowly exits the bedroom in search of Esther, deciding to check her room first.

[sweetlittleorphan]

I hear the footsteps outside my room and smile. I've been here long enough to recognize them. Steve drew the short straw, then? Of course, Danny has a rather pressing problem to deal with, doesn't he? Picking up my doll, I go back to brushing her hair.

I'm the picture of innocence. This should be fun.