Fandom Trooper Station, Wednesday

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Well, things were--knock on wood--normal for this place. Even if Steve was still avoiding him out of perfectly understandable embarrassment.

But a day in the office, going over reports on 'emo comas' and how almost every shop in town had randomly been a coffee shop was making up for a lot of things. Sometimes you just had to savor the good parts when they arrived.

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In Steve's defense "sleep with me for our supernatural ~connection~ and also Reasons" was a tough thing to walk back.

He finally walked into the office because he had to work, after all. "Danny."

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"Steven." Danny, don't smirk at him. It would be your turn soon enough.

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"Shut up," Steve muttered.

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"There's a surplus of coffee after the weekend," he said, acting perfectly innocent. Though really it was more smug. "Help yourself."

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"Hate you so much," Steve singsonged, getting himself a coffee.

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"Love you too!" Danny called after him.

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Steve flipped him off over his head.

With love.

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Which shouldn't make Danny laugh, but it did anyway. "A top off would be nice!"

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"Fiiiiine," Steve said, sounding very put-out (but not really) as he circled back with the coffee pot.

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"Thank you, babe," Danny replied, holding his cup out. "We set for that fishing thing now that we're back to normal?"

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"Definitely," Steve said, who was eager to sail into the ocean and maybe never come back again.

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"No emo comas, right?" DANIEL.

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Oh, the face Steve just pulled. "No emo comas."

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Well, it was no soft pretzel, but the bakery in town had sold him something called a ‘bear claw’ that Llewellyn was currently making short work of as he ambled in the station and towards the sheriff’s office.

He did, at least, spare a nod for Danny, although he didn’t actually say anything. Talking with one’s mouth full was rude, after all.

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And he didn't even buy for the office? Terrible sheriff. 0/10. Don't recommend.

"Hey," Danny said, glancing over at him with a little lift of his chin.

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Look, he was from 1909. The price of one pastry had basically bankrupted him, and you wanted him to buy for the office? Maybe once he got his first paycheck. Until then he’d be scrounging what he could from the Trooper Station itself.

Llewellyn didn’t respond to that ‘hey’, just continued on to the sheriff’s office and shut the door-

Only to emerge a few seconds later, sans pastry.

“Hello.”

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Oh god, don't make Danny shove frozen lasagna at you, Llewellyn. He would.

"Hello," Danny replied with an amused expression. "So, you're the new Sheriff, huh?"

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“That… does appear to be the case, yes,” Llewellyn confirmed. “Llewellyn Watts. And you would be…?”

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"Danny Williams," he replied, offering a handshake. "Nice to meet you."

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“Danny,” Llewellyn echoed as he shook the offered hand. “Good name. It was my brother’s, too.” Note that past tense. Tragic backstory alert!

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Well, it was Irish and from 1909. That tracked.

"My condolences," Danny replied sincerely. Since his brother was Dane Cook uuuuugh also tragically dead. More Narcos, less Far and Away. "You met my partner already. Steve?"

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Well, foster brother, technically, since Llewellyn’s own parents had abandoned him and his sister, and then his sister had left him to be raised by their landlady. BUT ANYWAY!

“I did indeed. Agreeable enough fellow.” Probably the first time those words had been spoken in the context of Steve McGarrett like ever.

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Which was why Danny snorted at it. "Oh, give it time."

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Llewellyn squinted at him. "Are you... not fond of him, then?"

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"Very fond of him," Danny assured Llewellyn. "Woulda strangled him years ago if I wasn't."