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[haolehothead]

It's been another one of those nights. In the middle of the night, Steve had pulled away from Danny and he's been woken up by the sound of the waves crashing on the shore over and over again. He tries to drown them out with a pillow, he tries to seek out Steve's heartbeat to settle him, but he can't get to sleep and by the time he wakes up in the

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[newkindofcop]

Steve normally sleeps light. If it takes more than a nudge to wake him up, he's usually in dire need of rest, but a majority of the time, it takes little to help him fall asleep and even less to jog him awake, and so when Danny rolls over and promptly shakes the bed with his movement, Steve shifts, stretching lazily, a yawn breaking through before actual words do.

"Y'okay, babe?" he murmurs sleepily, speaking with his eyes still closed.

[haolehothead]

"M'fine," he lies, exhaustedly staring out the window at the morning light that's spilling in. His whole body is tired and it's the third time this week that the ocean's kept him up all night. He thought he'd get used to this, but he's been resoundingly wrong. "Aren't you supposed to be building new muscles upon muscles at ITF by now?"

[newkindofcop]

"Got the day off," Steve mumbles, rolling over slightly onto his side to slip an arm around Danny's waist, burying his nose in his hair. "Didn't think you'd be awake yet," he adds, stroking fingers over Danny's back.

[haolehothead]

Danny shifts in order to settle himself comfortably in Steve's arms, not even bothering to suppress the yawn that he lets slip loose. "Didn't sleep," he admits exhaustedly, aware that Steve's gonna be pissed with him, but hating to lie -- especially so early in the goddamn morning.