Steve wonders if he's misheard. He shakes his head and scowls at Danny.
"What? You never have any doubts, Mr I-am-so-sure-about-everything-I-can-guess-what-you're-thinking? Because I'm pretty sure you didn't guess that I was going to say that, did you?"
Danny comes to sit opposite him, leaning his elbows on the table and squinting earnestly at Steve. "Now would be a good time to tell me that I'm not explaining all this for nothing."
Steve shakes his head again; he can't even find words.
"No, it's not a good time, or I'm not-"
Steve grabs Danny across the table and kisses him hard.