Mar. 8th, 2011

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It's been a week since Danny stormed out of the hut in the middle of the night, just after the Mardi Gras party, and Steve had spent the whole night unable to get a single hour of sleep, staring blankly up at the dark ceiling and trying to figure out exactly when everything had gotten so complicated.

He didn't have to track Danny's trail for too long the next morning to figure out he was sleeping back at his old hut, but he'd kept his distance, trying to respect his partner's decision.

Two days later, Danny had showed up again, but even after that everything had seemed to settle into an awkward holding period, the two of them barely making contact or even sharing the hut at the same time except at night. Steve had tried to distract himself with other things for a while - taking the surfboard out to catch some waves, doing a little more construction work on the hut to expand the porch area, but even after that he found himself ending up in places where Danny would likely show his face - the Catscratch, for one, where Steve had overheard him having a very interesting conversation with Rachel.

Today, he wakes up, listening to the sound of the waves hitting the shore in the early morning, and just lays in bed for a little while, trying to work out if he should get up and start breakfast. He doesn't know if Danny even came home last night.

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