Trooper Station, Monday, September 12, 2022

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Danny's bitching about the Chicago-style sausage pizza on Friday night had been everything Steve had wanted. Danny would point out that craving being yelled at made Steve a deeply broken person, but Steve would ignore that. He'd rather view at letting Danny indulge in his love language, which was ranting.

They were so weird.

Steve was back from taking the Troopers on a long run around the island--so many stairs! so much fun for possibly only people who were Steve!--and was now at his desk ignoring the phone and making Calvin engage with the Bee Lady.

The Trooper Station was open!

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Well, Danny would also engage in his other love language but bringing food to Steve. But, since he was still ticked at the monstrosity that Chicago dared call pizza, it was Hawaiian food found in Baltimore on his way back from therapy.

How was that bad, you may wonder, it was a loco moco with extra gravy and mac salad for Steve. Which he couldn't turn down. Which was more delicious carbs and fat than Steve allowed.

"Did you make them run again?" Danny asked, dropping the gravy covered Styrofoam container on Steve's desk.

It was in a plastic bag, don't worry about it.

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"Why does it smell like loco moco in here?" Steve asked instead.

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"Because I brought you it for lunch," Danny replied, gesturing the the bag.

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"There's loco moco in Maryland?" Steve asked.

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"There's a place." That he hunted down. Ruthlessly.

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"Huh," Steve said, opening the container. "...they don't skimp on the gravy."

Oh God. So much gravy. His arteries were crying.

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"They did not," Danny said with a grin as he settled in for his own katsu plate.

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"And mac salad," Steve said, staring into his lunch.

So many more laps around the island. So many.

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"It was by my shrink, so maybe I can make it a regular thing."

It was nowhere near his therapist. This was a hike to get.

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"I don't remember seeing it that time I dropped you," Steve said. "Must be new."

He gave Danny a smile. "It was real nice of you to think of this. Mahalo."

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"You're welcome." Because he liked to provide food even if it was half out of spite.

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"How's your katsu?" Steve asked.

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Danny sighed and rolled his eyes, offering a bite off his chopsticks for Steve because it was gonna happen. It was just gonna happen.

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It was better to just lean into it, yeah. Danny was wise.

"Thank you," Steve said. "Want some loco moco?"

He was fairly sure the answer was "ew, no."

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"Pass," Danny said, making a face. He needed a good five beers in him to think it was good to eat.

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Loco moco was the best night out food.

"There's plenty of gravy," Steve wheedled.

Just. So much gravy.

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"And it's all for you," Danny replied sweetly.

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"I feel like I'm being set up a little bit here," Steve muttered around a mouthful of egg, hamburger, and gravy.

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"Why would I do something like that?" The pizza. It was the pizza.

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"That's what I'm trying to work out," Steve admitted.

Detect, Steve, detect.

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"Nothing comes to mind?"

Oh, now he made it sound like Steve forgot an anniversary or something.

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"Not really," Steve said, taking a bite from the mac salad.

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"I'm sure it'll come to you." Or Danny would inflict more Hawaiian delicacies on him that he couldnt say no to until it did.

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"Probably," Steve said.

He would not figure it out and would instead buy more Friday night monstrosities.

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He would gain five pounds before figuring it out.

"Oh, sounds like we missed out on that date thing on Saturday."

It was better for their sanity that way.

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"I already have a date," Steve said through a mouthful of salad. Mayonnaise-covered carb salad. What were you doing to him, Danny?

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You loved it, Steven.

"Well, duh. But the people watching."

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"Next time," Steve said with a grin.

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See, that was part of why this relationship worked so well.

"We can calling undercover practice." The drinks were a tax wrote off.

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"Pick up clues through body language," Steve agreed. "We could make Ralph go, too."

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"Oh, I dare you to put that in as a request." Guys, please leave Ralph alone.

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"He'll love it," Steve proclaimed, based on nothing.

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"Especially if you're the one who says to," Danny added, knowing that wasn't true at all.

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Steve smirked. "I'm definitely his favorite."

Nope.

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"Oh, for sure." No one was Ralph's favorite. He sighed at them all equally.