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This whole 'having a seal' thing is kind of starting to baffle Danny. He knows that he's not keeping the thing as a pet, but the animal keeps showing up on the rocks near shore and barking at him in the morning, prompting the dog to bark back. Right now, Danny's dragging thick rocks from the shoreline towards the ocean to try and build up some kind of little palatial paradise for the seal.

And he's trying to tell himself that he is not allowed to put khakis on the thing so it better resembles its namesake.

Zulu and the seal are having a goddamn barking contest and Danny swears he's getting a migraine by the second. He pinches the bridge of his nose and looks between the two. "You're gonna drive me crazy," he informs the animals. "You know that?"

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"Danny Williams I swear to Christ!" Rachel shouts as she stomps down to the beach, hair mussed and flying. "I am trying to take a nap, okay? Do you know why, huh? Because I have a baby and he sucks my will to live. What the fuck is that noise?"

"This is my life unraveling in front of my eyes!" he bitches back, as loudly as her. He's kind of got a little bit of crazy eye going on, at this point, and he's not entirely sure that he can be trusted to be sane given the lack of sleep. "You want to try reasoning with Steve, be my guest, because he just doesn't listen to me!"

As if in response, the seal lets out a joyful bark.

"What the fuck does Steve has to do with this!" she shrieks, hands flying as she wrinkles the nose as the mother fucking seal. "Did you name that thing Steve, seriously? Why do you have a seal?"

"In my fleeting idiocy, I thought it would be a fun idea," Danny snipes back, exhaling as he looks at the seal. The thing is kind of cute, he has to be honest, but it's noisy. It's noisy and it wants a home. He drags one of the rocks a few more feet towards the outcropping he's started. "It showed up. It had a collar. It's mine, some kind of punishment for all my Army jokes about Steve, probably."

"Oh my God," Rachel mutters, throwing her hands up. "It's like, actually your seal. What the hell are you building for it, anyway, a landing strip? You realize it's never going to leave if you make it a fucking rock nest."

"Yes, it's actually my seal. This is my seal, my seal with the home in front of me," Danny says, staring at the animal as it waddles slightly up the beach to nudge at Rachel's hand. "Hey! Hey, stop with the touching, stop with the adorable!"

Rachel shrieks, pulling her hand away as she jumps backwards at least a foot. "Oh my God, it's touching me! Call it over to you. Make it stop!"

"Steve! Off!" he uselessly corrects, shrugging apologetically when the seal does little more than lie on his side and wiggle his flapper in Rachel's direction. "Sorry, babe, seriously. I have no control over the animal, same as I have no control over my actual Steve."

"It's fine," she squeaks, trying not to think about weird seal related germs and diseases. "Is it like, wanting to come in your house and shit? Oh my God don't let Jess see it. He'll probably love it. He pulls the cats tails and his tiny turnip brain won't know the difference."

Danny reaches forward to take Rachel a step back away from the seal, sighing when Zulu takes the opportunity to start romping around in circles around the seal. "It hasn't come up to the house. Mostly, it stays on the beach and barks at me. I think it wants a place to live. Steve says it's eating from the ocean, so I'm not worried about it starving to breath."

"Also, please don't imply your child has a turnip brain," Danny says. "I'm gonna have to get offended on his behalf."

"My baby is my whole world but he still has a turnip brain," she snorts, backing up a few paces from the general mayhem. "Although he's totally pulling up on his own, now. He'll be walking in no time. I still say if his first word is Danny, I'm coming after you."

"He does not have a turnip brain," Danny complains again, giving Rachel a disgruntled look. "And hey, it's not my fault if your kid has taste. If his first word turns out to be 'Danny', we just know there's some hope for him," he cracks.

"Mmhmm," she hums, rolling her eyes as she watches Danny work. "Hurry the fuck up with this thing. I left the kid alone with only our cats to protect him. He's due a bath and a diaper change and that has Uncle Danny written all over it."

"What, like I control the seal?" Danny scoffs, gesturing to her hut. "Come on, let's go make sure your kid's not sitting in his own filth, because I will call social services. And, you know, seeing as I basically am social services, I'm gonna take him away and make him live with the seal."

"I would love to see you try that," Rachel chirps, winding an arm around Danny's waist as they turn towards the house. "Aside from the fucking seal, how're you doing, babe?"

"Aside from the seal, I'm doing better. Didn't you notice? No more cane!" he says proudly, tapping his hip and his torso to show off the fact that it doesn't even hurt. Sure, there's nightmares, but that's an emotional thing that's going to go away when it goes away. "You?"

Rachel makes a show of checking out his hip and ass before giving it a hearty pat. "I noticed. And kind of the same, you know. Raylan and I are doing better, I still flinch sometimes when he moves too quick at me. It'll fade."

"Still, huh?" Danny murmurs quietly, giving her a more serious look. He can joke and joke to his heart's content, but honestly, there's some things that he doesn't fool around with and this is one of them. "How bad was it? I don't think I ever asked."

"I don't know," she hedges, shrugging uncomfortably. "It wasn't him, in the end. But I thought it was at the time. I thought I had been that wrong and you were in the hospital and I just...I thought everything had gone to shit just like I always think it will. He beat the shit out of me. And I thought it was my husband. Think we should just all write off the end of last year."

"I'd like to say that's a good idea, but someone once taught me that repression is bad for me," he says. "I think it was my therapist after the whole ex-Rachel debacle, but seeing as I tried my best to blur out that whole thing, it could've been the milkman for all I know."

"Yeah, well, I really don't want to work through getting beaten up by Raylan," she points out. "I choose repression. Repression has gotten me far in life."

"Just remember that I advised you to seek a therapist to talk to about this," Danny points out, since that sort of stuff can eat through your best defenses, even if you don't want it to.

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