Danny's starting to wonder where the hell Steve wandered off to. He rubs his fingers through his shorn hair, checking all the usual places, but he doesn't find him until he gets to the rec room. "Hey! There you are, what the hell are you doing, why aren't you home, I made dinner for us," he says, jutting a thumb over his shoulder.
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Date: 2012-02-15 01:28 am (UTC)