Steve's head is pounding. He downs several aspirin dry and hits the shower. The water feels good; he stays there longer than the usual three minutes he allows himself.
By the time he gets in his truck, he's feeling almost human. He never should have dragged Chin out last night; he can't even remember what they talked about.
At HQ, Danny's in front of the computer screens, gnawing at the inside of his lip thoughtfully, with arms crossed. Steve pauses in the doorway, heart thumping.
"You ready to talk?" Danny asks without turning around.
Steve blinks and backs up. "No."