Streets of Fandom, Monday Morning

[hatesparadise]

So, a weekend here translated to over a month back home once again before they were yanked right on back to this damn island.

And Danny would have very much preferred to recover from everything with his kid and very lovely girlfriend who lives in Hawaii by his side. But nooo. That couldn't happen for him.

Though Steve did make breakfast for a change. Which had been nice too. Up until Danny remembered that none of the meds that had been prescribed to him back at Queen's came with them. So, he had to drag himself out to deal with some stairs in order to get new ones from the clinic here. You know, to not keel over from some terrible infection or something.

Honestly, his life.

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[firstofitskind]

“Morning,” Liam said, wandering up to Danny with a smile. That quickly turned to a frown when he saw how stiffly the other man was moving. “... What the hell happened to you?”

Very polite, Liam.

[hatesparadise]

"Ah, a trip home happened," Danny replied like that covered a multitude of sins. Because it did. It did.

[firstofitskind]

Of course it did.

“And yet you like it better there than here,” Liam shook his head.

The people part of the equation, he got. But the rest of it?

[hatesparadise]

"Well, there I don't go weeks without at the very least talking to my kid," Danny pointed out, taking one of those steps a little awkwardly and teetering for a moment.

PT after this was going to be super annoying.

[firstofitskind]

"But you come back moving like someone ran you over with a truck," Liam countered. Injured enough that Liam could feel that familiar pull to do something about it, the shaqarava in his hands itching insistently.

Enough so that when he noticed there was that particular step that looked a little on the crumbly side, he'd resisted pointing it out to Danny. Not to be an asshole, but because it allowed him to move in to steady him, one hand on the small of Danny's back, the other- well, Liam's other hand went for Danny's hand, there. "Hey, careful," he chided, not letting go just yet.

[hatesparadise]

Danny stiffened for a moment because, yeah, that wasn't typical Liam behavior.

"Thanks," he said instead of pointing it out. Because people reacted to injured folks differently sometimes.

[firstofitskind]

What? Liam touched people! He touched Verity all the time! Danny had had them over for dinner, he knew that!

... Okay, so he generally wasn't a very tactile person. Shh.

"No problem," Liam lifted on shoulder in a half shrug, and then let go of Danny with a pat on the back.

And if Danny happened to feel somewhat less achey than he had before, then... purely coincidence. Yes. Totally.

[hatesparadise]

Total coincidence, yes!

Danny let out a little sigh, shoulders losing a little bit of their tension. "This place needs to stop with all the stairs, ya know?"

[firstofitskind]

Liam would've done more, but that was difficult without a) letting on that that's what he was doing and b) holding on to Danny longer than he already had which was a weird amount of time to begin with.

"Or maybe you need to stop getting run over by trucks."

[hatesparadise]

"Building," Danny corrected. Because, again, his life.

[firstofitskind]

“How’d you manage to get run over by a building?” Liam had to ask, because he was a smartass.

[hatesparadise]

"You know how it is. Buildings out to get you and all," Danny replied dryly.

Wait... Actually possible here.

[firstofitskind]

Yeah, Liam was just going to sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. Danny, why must you tempt fate?

[betterthanaplan]

Duke's weekend away had, in fact, been only a weekend, which was nice.

It had also involved one of his best friends literally going off to Hell, so that was . . . not nice.

Anyway, he was in kind of a mood himself when he came across Danny on his way through town. So instead of a "good morning" or even a "hello", he got a "Wow, you look like shit."

Welcome back to Fandom, Danny.

[hatesparadise]

Look, everyone back home had been there for this, so they didn't need to comment. Which was preferable, honestly.

"Thanks," Danny replied dryly. "You wanna start ragging on my clothing choice next?"

[betterthanaplan]

Duke and Lucifer had argued about fashion.

And then the demons had decided to kidnap a baby to make it the new king of Hell.

"No," Duke said, rather more brusquely than he might normally. "Seriously, man, what the hell happened? We get invaded by something while I was gone?"

[hatesparadise]

"No, we manages to get back to Hawai'i," Danny said, taking the moment to do a super graceful wall lean. He didn't have any painkillers this morning so maybe he was a little grumpy about things. "And everything was fine until a building collapsed on us."

[betterthanaplan]

". . . Yeah, that'd ruin most people's day." Duke came over to offer his arm, in case Danny would rather lean against something that could actually, like, help him get somewhere. "The hell are you doing out here, man? You look like you should still be in bed."

Or possibly the hospital.

[hatesparadise]

"Getting painkillers and penicillin," Danny said, having no problen accepting that help. "Last thing I need is an infection."

[betterthanaplan]

"Don't you live with, like, a professional hero? Or is Steve in even worse shape than you?"

[hatesparadise]

"Steve's fine. Banged up and all, but fine. He's at the station today, and I didn't want to bug him." Or get that aneurysm face at the reminder of Danny being injured. "But that's why I don't need to pick of bandages to change the dressing or anything. The first aid kit he's got is nuts."

[betterthanaplan]

"But it doesn't have antibiotics and painkillers?"

Duke's first aid kits were just as nuts. Only apparently with more illegal prescription drugs in them.

[hatesparadise]

"Yeah, but those are for him." He had opinions on Steve's attempts to wriggle out of proper medical care.

[betterthanaplan]

"So you're just . . . determined to stagger down the street all on your own. Gotcha."

[hatesparadise]

"It's not that far." Other than all the stairs. "What, you got a delivery service or something here?"