She's about to go to bed, when there's a knock on her door. Assuming it's Sam, revising the speech again, and preparing to wring his neck, she opens.
It's not Sam.
"Hey." Danny's looking about as tired and careworn as she feels, dripping wet and holding up a plastic bag.
"What are you doing here?"
"I felt like I owed you an apology, so I thought I'd stop by with some comfort food. And grovel a little."
"You do owe me an apology."
"That's what I'm saying. Can I come in?"
"What's in the bag?"
He reaches inside and pulls out an orange container.
CJ smiles, her eyelids aching with tiredness, mind spinning with his presence and all the stupid things she wants to do and say, now, because all night is more time than they've had before. "Goldfish."
"Unless you feel weird about eating them now that you've got one."
"I don't." She sighs, looks at him, and all she feels is incredibly tired, and all she wants is to close her eyes and not think, especially not about all the reasons why she can't just crawl into bed with him and let him rub her back until she falls asleep.
"I really am sorry," Danny mutters, and smiles at her, and she's done.
"Come on in."