When you live in a one-room apartment, you don't really have much space for frivolous items. Danny couldn't help but sigh a little however, when he took stock of the five boxes that were neatly packed in the front hall of his place. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the gravity of his sacrifice had always been present, but before today, he'd never
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He's outside working when Danny drives up in the Camaro, putting a fresh coat of paint around the newly installed front windows. Most of the old ones had been shot out in the stand-off a few weeks back and been leaking during every rainstorm - which, in Hawaii, was as common as breathing.
He lifts a hand to form a makeshift visor over his eyes, paint brush in hand as he watches the Camaro pull into the driveway, and then hops down from the ladder, walking over to greet Danny at the car.
"That all you got?" he asks, surprised as he casts a glance through the open window to the utter lack of boxes in the back.
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Leaning against the side of the car, Danny looks over the renovations to the house with awed appreciation. For working solo, Steve's done a hell of a job with the place thus far.
"Looks good, man. Need any help with any of it? I did roofing for a few summers while I was in the academy. I won't drill myself in the hand or nothin'." Giving his partner a grin, Danny resisted the urge to kiss him, knowing better than to do it out in the open.
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He grins, squinting down at Danny's face and wiping some sweat off his forehead.
"'Cause I can only afford cheap labor."
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Locking up the Camaro, Danny shuffled the boxes inside the house, before opening the one marked 'clothes - home' and pulling out a pair of faded jeans. Whistling softly, he headed to the bathroom to change out of his button-down, tie, and slacks, planning on keeping only the wifebeater underneath.
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