"I need ya ta do somethin'..."

"What?"

"Meet my family."

Why don't we rewind a bit to where this started?

It was a cold day in the middle of February, it was actually Valentine's Day, but neither Danny nor Don were feeling Cupid's grace. They were at a cafe (bars were getting old for them) near Danny's apartment complex, just... hanging out.

Outside, it was snowing, it wasn't a storm or anything, it was just snowing... big, white snowflakes, that were actually shaped and looked like the snowflakes Don used to make out of paper as a kid. Inside, it was a nice setting -- warm and inviting. There were some hearts on the counter and sparse decorations, just enough to be festive but not enough to make you want to barf.

Don and Danny were sitting in a booth, a window to the side of them and a door behind Danny's seat. Danny was sipping on a hot latte while Don had a black coffee (which Danny had made a disgusted face at when he ordered it). There was a comfortable silence between the two, a few casual words would be exchanged every now and then, but otherwise, they would just enjoy each other's company.

The scene outside was picture-worthy, Danny noticed. He had been staring out the window most of the time, Don was staring at Danny at those times. With his phone, Danny took a picture of what he saw outside the window. The bright full moon just fit into the picture, a few stars were visible, the snow was glistening, and the lamp-post seemed almost vintage. What Danny noticed most though was Don's reflection. He looked so at peace, so calm, so happy, it was almost as if he was glowing. The little smile on his face made Danny smile himself.

"Can I see?" Don asked, sipping his coffee. Danny handed over his phone to him. "Should be on a Christmas card," Don murmured and gave the phone back.

"Yeah," Danny said with a soft chuckle, "It's nice, huh?"

"Yeah," Don agreed. They fell back into a comfortable silence. Danny had set that picture as his background and each chance he got, he'd check his phone just to see it.

For a while, they sat there, sometimes quiet, other times deep in conversation. Before they knew it, it was 11 and the owner was about to close up.

They headed out and stood near the (almost vintage) lamp-post side by side. The snow still hadn't stopped, there was a good 3-4 inches on the ground by now, but surprisingly neither of them were cold.

"So, I guess I'm gunna head home," Don stated, slipping his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, me too. Gunna walk?" Danny replied, knowing Don's place was only a 10-15 minute walk.

Don nodded, "Yea, I think. It's not that cold."

Danny leaned against the lamp-post and nodded as well. "Yeah," He licked his lower lip out of habit.

Don noticed the action and before he could think about anything, his lips were on Danny's, and to his surprise, Danny was kissing back.

When Don pulled away, he noticed they had moved closer, his hands were on Danny's hips and Danny's hands were gripping his jacket. He could see both their breaths mingle when either breathed out and he couldn't stop himself from kissing Danny again.

This time, Danny's hands traveled up to thread through Don's hair and Don pulled Danny closer, his arms wrapping around the shorter man's waist. The first thing Danny thought was 'This would have made that picture even better'.

The two pulled apart again and chuckled at how both were blushing… Cupid had graced them with his presence.