Goodnight
Steve smiled and eased down deeper into his pillows.
"So babe," Danny suggested. "You should say goodnight."
Steve hesitated. "Don't hang up. I'll say goodnight, but I want you to put the phone open on your pillow."
"You get off on me snoring?"
"Something like that. Would you do it anyway?"
"Sure." Danny's voice was warm. "Goodnight, babe. And say Good boy to Eddie for me in the morning."
"I will, Danno." Steve turned his cheek onto the smooth, cool cotton of his pillowcase and tucked the phone in next to his ear. Over the open line, Danny rustled around softly, and then quieted.
A moment later Steve heard Danny murmur, "Goodnight, John-boy."
It took Steve a few moments to figure that one out. "The Waltons?"
"S the effect of being home. M' mother liked that show." Danny's voice was a sleepy drawl.
Steve smiled. "Goodnight, Danno." And he lay there and listened to the slow deep breaths of a man a thousand miles away.