Just a teeny tiny fun little 508 coda.

Disclaimer: I don't own H50. Fan fiction is just my junk food. :-)

Danny sat on the couch, feet propped on the coffee table. Definitely rockin the sock game. His feet ached from his new shoes, but he didn't say anything. He knew a few beers would take care of that complaint soon enough.

They were watching a game, just the two of them. Everyone else had gone their separate ways after the reception. As usual, Danny found himself back at Steve's taking full advantage of his super awesome cable package.

"You ever think you'll do this again?"

Distracted and drinking his beer, it took Danny a few seconds to answer. "This? You mean marriage, babe?"

A nod from Steve. "Yea."

"Hmm – I don't know." He took another sip of his beer still thinking about the question.

Both had their ties off, shirts untucked, a few buttons undone. Well Danny did anyway. Steve still looked as dashing as ever, just a little wrinkled.

"That's a change." Steve was amused.

Danny shot him a curious look, still half lost in the game.

"Marriage. You always talked like it was the worst thing in the world." He paused, glancing at the television. His next words were softer, almost an after thought. "Before anyway."

"Yea well, I say a lotta things."

Steve downed the rest of his beer. "That you do, partner. That you do."

Instead of pushing for an argument, Danny turned up the volume on the TV. A flagged play had been called into question, and both sides were waiting for a verdict. Not that it mattered. The game was a total blow out.

"Danny."

"Yea Steve."

"You okay?"

"Yea Steve."

"Come on, Danny. You have to say something."

"Something."

"Funny man."

Steve's hand found Danny's, and he didn't pull away. But he didn't respond either. He simply let his best friend slide his fingers over his own, tracing every edge, every space.

"Steve?"

"Yea Danny."

"You okay, babe?"

"Yea Danno."

"Want another beer?"

"I'll get'em."

"Thanks."

Under thirty seconds later, he was back. Two beers and a bag of chips. Close to a new record. Danny was watching the clock tick down the quarter.

"This game – it's exciting." Steve arranged himself beside his friend again. Arm slung over the back of the couch.

Danny frowned. "Not sure what game you're watching, babe. Score's not even close."

He felt fingers flutter across the back of his neck. Then they were gone.

Wait, what? Danny held his breath.

Steve leaned forward, twisting the top off his beer. He flopped back again, yelling something at the game. Then his hand brushed Danny's leg.

Neither said a word.

Until –

"Let's watch a movie." Steve turned toward his partner, big grin.

"Are you coming on to me?"

"You said it yourself. The game is boring." Question ignored. A new game started.

"Thought you just said it was exciting, Steven." And your hand is touching my leg again. Danny chuckled, finally feeling just a touch of a buzz. "So you are coming on to me? Huh?"

Wait, what? This time Steve held his breath before recovering.

"What are you talking about, Danny? You're the one taking up all the room on this couch."

He wanted to tell Steve there were other places to sit in this room, but he didn't.

"Funny. If you weren't being so obvious."

"Obvious, Daniel?"

"You keep touching me."

"So? It's my couch."

"Okay." Danny nodded sinking back against the cushions. "We'll go with that then."

And he let Steve rest his hand on his leg. Wasn't a big deal.

In fact, it was kinda nice.