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A/N: Happy Monday my wonderful readers! Here we have a chapter that's on time. And it's the last of the Valentine's Day chapters. You get to see how things end with Rowan and Steve and we're going to see how Wo Fat is doing. I filled this chapter with nothing but cute things so I hope you guys like this one too. Don't forget to leave a review and I'll see you guys on Wednesday.

Chapter 370

Oh, Steve found Danny alright.

He found him staking out the kid as he ate lunch. Steve got to sit beside him and try and talk him out of whatever if was Danny wanted to do, but it didn't work. Though to be fair he was still trying to stretch out all the soreness from that brief yoga class so he wasn't really trying all that hard.

Once the kid left, Danny went over to the table and checked the cheque. From there he got the room number and then they were actually heading up to the kid's room.

Since the kid didn't have the glasses on him anymore, Danny figured the kid had tried to outsmart him and put them in his room.

Which meant Danny was going to break and enter to find those stupid glasses. Starting first by going to the cleaning lady and asking for the key to get into the room, being sure to state they were cops.

And yes, yes they were cops but they weren't on duty right now. Once they were in there Steve crossed his arms and refused to help look for them.

Danny had the nerve to remind Steve that they had immunity and means, like Steve hadn't gotten suspended for abusing that like Danny was doing right at that moment. And when that didn't work, he brought up all the illegal stuff his wife did on a regular basis that Steve just went along with now, or all the illegal stuff Steve was doing in regards to Wo Fat and Sin Nombre and keeping Rowan safe.

And Steve was certain to throw that right back at him too, because he liked to use Wo Fat and Sin Nombre and all their illegal connections just as much as Steve did when their families were in danger.

And through all that arguing, Danny still managed to find the glasses and determine that the glasses were not actually his. So they had done all of that for nothing.

They established that just as the kid's family walked into their room. They were actually quite nice about the whole situation, Steve introduced themselves, apologized for them and told them that Danny would be covering their dinner that night.

Then Steve left him there to sort everything out, still completely shocked that he just went a long with that, all the way to the point where he went into the room with that psycho. But then again, his wife had been training him well, because if she had done that, he would have gone along to help her, and protect her, and in return she would have made sure that they didn't get caught.

When Steve got back to his hotel room, he planned to tell Rowan the whole sordid tale so she could laugh at his frustrations like he knew she would, but that was derailed when he found Rowan in the dress she was going to wear to dinner.

She had bought it specially for Valentine's Day that year, which he originally thought was silly because she had so many dresses. But now he completely appreciated it.

She was in this tan dress that had capped sleeves and went down to her knees. It wasn't her normal poofy dress, but instead a sleek, hugging all her curves kind of dress. And it was accented with black lace. Black lace around the cuffs, the hem the waist and accentuating that low-cut bodice of hers.

But it wasn't until she said she had a matching pair of underwear underneath and that the panties had to be a g-string sort of contraption so he wouldn't see the lines of her underwear while she was in that skirt, that he really lost it.

He had her up and in his arms right away. He wanted to pin her to the wall and push that skirt up but it was too tight for that, so he had to peel her out of it.

Then he peeled her out of her underwear.

And then he forgot that he was supposed to torture her with foreplay.

He also forgot that he was sore from Yoga.

When they were done, she lamented that she'd have to do her make up and hair again but he didn't care. They could blame him for why they were taking too long. He'd say he was too sore to change right away.

Then he reminded her that she said no presents this year. The vacation was the present so he hadn't got her anything. When she said she had meant it, he pointed out that she had bought a new set of underwear for him, which was no doubt a present, but she had just smiled and said that the results the pantie set got, was also a gift for her.

Yeah except now he felt bad and he was going to have to step up his game both tonight and tomorrow to make it up to her.

After that they got ready, in separate areas of the suite because they could not be trusted to keep their hands off of one another and then they met Danny and Melissa in the lobby to go to their next couple's activity.

Dinner on a sunset beach.

There was a little table for four. Food waiting, little fairy lights strung up, the beach only a step away, the sun already beginning to set and of course, live music.

Rowan hated listening to live music, but she smiled and said nothing so Steve agreed to say nothing as well.

Steve had changed into a blue long sleeved, light blue to prove that she hadn't lacerate his back. She had purposely asked the mani-pedi girl to sheer down her nails for him. Danny had chosen to wear a pink plaid short sleeved button up. Melissa looked just as lovely in a white dress with spaghetti straps with bicep cuffs. The entire dress was made out of the white flower cut outs with sheer fabric. It was a flowing white dress that Steve kinda wanted to put Rowan in.

When this was done, he was going to ask Melissa where to buy it and then ask Sin Nombre what Rowan's dress size was. It would make a wonderful surprise for her, a little gift for nothing other than being her.

Through dinner Danny had explained to the table what had him all pissy that day and how it had ended.

The girls took the story in stride and by the time the story was done, dinner was done and desert was on the way, starting with champagne.

"Well, I'm impressed you were able to talk you way out of that," Melissa said as Danny went about opening the champagne.

"Oh, no, they're very nice people, the Garson family, very nice. I mean, considering we, uh, well, we broke into their hotel room, I suppose. Uh they were very… I think they were reasonable."

By the time Steve got through that sentence, Danny had poured them all champagne, even Rowan.

"Reasonable?" Danny echoed. "I don't know, I wouldn't say reasonable. They picked the Bali Steakhouse to go to dinner, the kid ordered the Wagyu surf and turf. That was after he had the king crab leg appetizer. I wouldn't say reasonable."

"Well, I mean, they were very expensive sunglasses though, Danny." No, they weren't. They were 20 dollars.

"Yes, they were."

No. They really, really weren't.

They all nodded. Rowan carefully took a sip of her champagne before saying: "You know… Danny I could have told you they were on that chair… behind the pillow."

Steve turned to Danny wide eyed. "No! Is that true? Is that where they were?"

Danny shot Steve a glare and then Rowan one but before he could stop her she added: "He sat on them too. I could have saved you all that trouble if you had just talked to us."

Danny groaned and then pointed a finger in Rowan's face. "Listen here Miss. Psychic…"

Steve had that hand in his grip immediately and was twisting it until it was away from his wife. "What did I say Danny? What did I say? I have said it multiple times."

Danny wrenched his hand out of Steve's grip. "Listen to me, you neanderthal. I wasn't going to hit her…"

"You were getting aggressive, don't get aggressive with my wife. You did it to my kid and I threw you out of the house. You want me to embarrass you on the beach in front of our lovely performer and your date, cause I will," Steve warned. "Just… just drop it."

Then he turned to Rowan. "And you, no more psychic predictions."

Rowan nodded in agreement and for a moment they were all quiet.

"Well, thank you, boys. This is a very nice gesture," Melissa said.

"Well, actually, this whole thing was Danny's idea."

Rowan looked to the poor girl on the Ukulele that she hadn't been happy to see and with a sigh she said: "Yeah, I can tell."

"Okay, this was for my girl, not you," Danny snapped and Steve nudged him.

He looked at Steve and then looked at the two girls across from them and then said: "Uh… I wanna apologize for… uh… being a little distant this afternoon," and then he focused on Melissa. "Uh… and I wanna tell you that you… uhm… I wanna let you know, uhm… you know… I could feel you."

Okay that didn't make sense. But then Danny turned to Steve who had just been staring at him, fully focused on the side of Danny's face and had clearly managed to make him uncomfortable.

"It's like you're on my face. I can… it's like you're judge-y."

"Me?"

"You're judging me and I…"

"Danny, I think you were doing really well. But if it makes you feel better, Steve opened the whole conversation to our very first and proper I love you with I can count the terrible things that happened to me on one hand."

For a second Danny stared at her and then he turned to Steve. "What the hell is she talking about? Me and Kono and Grace worked hours on that speech and that was not the first sentence. How did you fuck that up? We gave you note cards."

"He set them on fire," Rowan said going for her champagne again.

"Set them on… what?!"

"It was the candles Danny, your stupid candle idea…"

"I said put them on the table, not put your notecards in them," he cried and then he turned to Rowan and offered her a hand. "I am so sorry, Kono and I… and even Wo, all worked really hard on that night I am so sorry this animal over here could get simple directions right."

"Oh it's fine, I love it. It was perfect, mistakes and all," she said and then she smiled at Steve who still couldn't believe he had managed to land himself a girl like her.

Steve shook his head and then pointed to Melissa. "Why don't you, go back to… you had a good thing going!"

"No, no I didn't. because you ruin moments," Danny said and then gestured to the side of his face. "It's like you're right there, okay. And it's… just stop it!"

"No, I got you, I got you, I got you!"

"You got what?"

"I got you," he said and then turned back to the table. "What Danny is trying to say is that we wanted to show you guys how much we appreciate you both. So, here… here's to you two and thank you."

He offered his glass to toast, which Rowan clinked against his immediately, followed by Melissa and even Danny got in on it too.

"This Valentine's day was… Thank you. Okay. Alright. Good job. Good job."

Yeah Steve was terrible with this stuff.

It was a good thing Rowan loved him cause if he really was not good at bringing romance to the table unless it was planned like a strategic op. And that took a lot out of him, you know? A lot of stress and worry involved in planning her something romantic, it was why he saved it for the really big moments.

They all took a sip of their champagne but were otherwise silent, which had Steve talking again to fill the silence.

"Oh, it's very nice. Good choice, good choice."

"This has been fun," Melissa said shooting as mile to Danny.

"I agree," Steve said which earned him a cocked eyebrow from Rowan who probably thought he hadn't been having fun. So, he repeated it with more emphasis: "I agree! It's been great, right? I think actually, Melissa, I think we should od it again. What do you say?"

Rowan clearly wasn't sure what to believe but she nodded. "I'd be down."

"I'm just saying let's do it again and Danny and I will, uh, you know, we can, we can organize it next time," Steve said as he put an arm around Danny's shoulder and then purposely flicked his ear as he shot him a teasing grin.

"If you're going to do that call my brother for advice," Rowan said and then turned to Melissa. "My brother researches date ideas because he's worried about pleasing his own girlfriend, so he gives them to Steve to see if I respond well, and when if I do, he does it himself."

"Wow, so you and Steve are a date guinea pig?"

"Sort of, except I'm easy to please and Jian is not."

Easy to please, his ass. If Steve had his way, they'd be hiking every weekend, put her in the great outdoors and the girl broke out in hives. Or threw herself down mountains. She said she tripped but he wasn't sure he believed her.

Now that he had to do the Spa with her, he was wondering if she did something similar to get herself out of hiking. And he already knew she'd throw herself down stairs because she did that to get Kono from sailing. That was no different from tripping down a hiking trail so Steve would stop asking her to go.

They were quiet for a moment more and then Danny turned to Steve who still had his arm around him and said: "Chicken salad."

No context, not even in a sentence, he didn't even try to weave it in. He just threw it right into Steve's face.

"You want a chicken salad?" he asked pretending to not know what Danny was on about.

"Chicken salad."

But Steve refused to move. And when he didn't Danny just did it again.

"Chicken salad!"

Rowan put her champagne glass down and said: "Alright Danny, don't have a fit."

What? How did she know that meant? Stupid psychic visions.

She then pointed a pout at Steven. "Baby, I don't feel well."

Steve knew she was acting, he knew it, but that protective part of him was reacting anyway. "What do you mean?"

"I unno babe, all that fun in the sun, and the yoga and the champagne, I just feel, I feel. God… I feel so faint… and dizzy…"

See now she didn't sound like she was acting anymore. Now she both sounded and looked very sick.

Steve was up in a heart beat. "Are you okay? Do you need ginger ale…"

Rowan opened her arms and Steve was in them right away, let her drape them around his neck as he looked her over "I just wanna go to bed, can we go to bed?"

Steve had her that bridal carry right away, standing with her with ease. "Of course, we can baby," he said turning away from the table they hand been sitting at without even a good-bye.

"Bye guys," Rowan called over his shoulder for them. "I love you two but we're gonna do our own stuff tomorrow!"

Then they were walking back to the hotel.

"You know I'm faking right?" she asked once they were far enough and Steve smiled up to her. He had a feeling, though he did doubt himself for a little bit there.

"Yeah I know."

"Kay good, I didn't want you to think you were going to get out of all the foreplay action you promised me."

Steve just smiled. Oh, he was going to show her. Yes siree!

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

The following morning was set aside for all the things that Steve wanted to do.

They surfed together, or more aptly, Steve surfed and Rowan sat nicely on her borrowed surfboard and clapped for him. She didn't stand up once, but it was nice to have her out there on the ocean with him.

Then he found out she had paid for a guided hike that was a flat terrain good for her, and Steve got to feel like he was out in nature.

That was two gifts she had surprised him with now. She said the hike was to make up for the spa treatment and yoga class, but it was unacceptable. So he went down to the lobby, picked up a little something and he surprised her with the largest bottle of her favourite Armani perfume. He didn't even care that it was close to a hundred bucks either. It smelled good on her and it made her smile and that was all that mattered.

When they were done, when they were home, Rowan opened a portal to California and they brought their son home too. Rowan paid Sin Nombre for his time with a bottle of tequila, hugged him, asked how the haunting was going and then that was them home as a family.

Steve slept the best when he had his whole family under the roof. Granted having Rowan with him was a must, he never slept well without her, but there was something settling about having his wife in his arms and knowing his son was in the other room.

But the next morning he had a favour for her.

"This is gonna sound crazy but uh… can you throw me to Wo?"

"Throw you to Wo?" Rowan echoed as she went about cleaning up the plates from breakfast. She had made egg white omelets for the family, and the deal was, who ever made the meal cleaned the table, dishes went to whoever ate.

"Yep, could you do that?"

"Of course, but uh… I'd have to see where he is. It's what? Four in the morning there? He might be sleeping."

"No problem, it doesn't have to be right now, just some point today."

Rowan nodded fishing out her phone to text her brother. "Are we okay?"

"Oh yeah," he said quickly. "Make sure to tell him that. Everything's fine I just want to talk to him, and this is a more in person conversation."

Rowan sent off her text and then all Steve had to do was wait, and he did. A whole five hours of it.

At two in the afternoon Rowan finally had an answer from her brother. She came skipping into the garage where he had been tinkering with his father's Marquis, with a perky he's ready now.

Steve washed his hands, changed his shirt and then he too was ready. By then Rowan had the portal open and her brother leaning against the doorframe the two chatting away.

It still surprised him how easily he had gotten used to having that man in his life. Once upon a time seeing him with Rowan did something to Steve's stomach, knotted it up with worry. Now he wasn't worried at all.

Wo Fat looked almost normal.

He was dressed casually, in jeans and a black tee-shirt, and fluffy slippers that he must have either gotten from Rowan at some point or from Jian.

His eyes turned to Steve as he got closer to them. "Apparently you want to chat."

"I do."

"More questions I guess," Wo Fat said with a sigh, and when Steve nodded, he sighed a little heavier. "Alright well, come on. I promise Ro we'd pick up some of her favourite noodles for dinner, so we'll have to do that too, okay?"

Steve nodded, stooped in to kiss his wife and then followed Wo through the doorway. He shut the door behind them and literally felt it when that portal closed behind him.

"Do you want something to drink? Coffee, water…"

"Beer would be nice," Steve said. "I know it's like early morning here but it's almost 3 where I am…"

"I don't judge, Steven," Wo said reaching into his fridge to get the beer for him. And that was a lie because Wo Fat judged Steve all the time. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"One thing first," Steve said. "Does it ever… bother you… us being like this?"

Wo Fat shut the fridge, beer in hand, and hit Steve with a confused look.

"You mean… like… do I ever just look at where my life went and wonder how this happened?" he asked and Steve kind of shrugged. "All the time. Am I annoyed that we've become reluctant friends when we used to hate each other? Yes, of course. But when Rowan went and fell for you, I had to accept that you would be a part of my life."

"I suppose, but does it ever just… shock you?"

"All the time. Like Christmas. Who would have thought I would have been in your house, having Christmas dinner? I never thought that. I'm surprised when we get through a single interaction without pulling a gun on one another."

He handed Steve the open beer and pinned him with a serious look. "Now, what did you want to talk to me about."

"The Year of Deceit."

"You came all the way here to ask me about that? Didn't I answer all of your questions?"

"I have more," he said quickly. "So, like… how often did you go to the spa with her?"

Wo Fat had been in the process of pouring bourbon into his coffee and the bottle clattered out of his hand while his eyes whipped up to Steven.

"Right so that's I'm guessing it's often," he said. "I guess… I just wanted to know why? You just agreed to do Spa things because you felt guilty?"

"Why… why did she tell you that? Why did that come up?"

"Because she didn't like my spa etiquette."

Wo Fat's eyes narrowed at him. "What were you doing?"

"Answer mine I'll answer yours."

"Fine," Wo Fat said. "Yes, I did. She liked doing things together, sometimes I agreed to massages, or the odd face mask. Sometimes we did face masks at home all three of us. She says I have youthful skin but even I need to maintain it. Jian has been reaping the benefits. She was amazed the first time I let her agree to put one on me. Now we do it every other week or so. Just laze about our house doing a skin care routine."

What the fuck.

"Really?"

"Oh sure. But you should ask Con about that he'd know more. He's the one I go to for all my recommendations, I think Ro goes to him for hers too." He then cleared his throat. "You said you'd answer mine?"

"Right, sorry. I was talking too much."

"AH… it's hard to be relaxed if someone is yammering away," he said. "I suppose you're wondering how I managed to become the spa etiquette master?" Steve nodded and he sighed again. "Well, I treated the etiquette the same as a Japanese tea Ceremony."

"Do you treat Afternoon teas like…"

"Yes," Wo Fat cut him off. "I tend to treat anything even remotely fancy like that as if I'm at a Japanese tea ceremony. She told you she was going to make me give you etiquette lessons, didn't she?"

"Yeah… how did you know?"

"Because she made me give Con lessons," he said and Steve snorted. "Was that it?"

"Sort of I had a few other questions, but I think I need Co… Sin Nombre…" he said. "Could I borrow your phone."

Wo handed it to him and then went about mixing his coffee up with Bourbon while Steve called Ro. The conversation was short. He asked her if she could throw Sin Nombre to him and Wo and she said she'd ask.

Not three minutes after that phone call was there a pop and Sin Nombre was in the room.

Steve stared at him waiting to see how long it took Sin Nombre to bounce back from that but there was no time between that pop and Sin Nombre coming towards them. He looked completely fine.

"What do you need?"

"I unno he's asking weird questions," Wo said. "Do you want coffee with your bourbon or just the bourbon?"

"Just the bourbon, please," Sin Nombre said and Wo just handed him the whole bottle. No glass, just the bottle. Sin Nombre took a swig immediately.

"So, what's up…"

"What does it feel like? Being thrown?" Steve asked. "Cause she threw me to the roof once and it made me nauseous."

Sin Nombre blinked his eyes. "Uh… it tingles a bit. Like I feel this pinch in between my shoulder blades and that's about it. I come out in another place, but she's usually throwing me at danger so I'm usually set to go…"

On a killing spree no doubt.

Sin Nombre finally went for a glass. "So, is that what you wanted to ask? Is that why you pulled me here?"

"No. I was just curious. Cause it affects me badly, it doesn't really affect Wo, but I can tell you lag a bit," he said and Wo nodded. Steven turned back to Sin Nombre. "But you don't seem to be affected at all."

"Yeah, so? We already knew I adapt the best…"

"Well maybe that your power. All of us have one, yours must be that the affects of the void don't work on you. Maybe you're immune to them or something."

That earned him a huh from Sin Nombre but nothing else. They were silent a moment and Steve decided to go back to the real reason he was there.

"So, what else did you guys do with her that was weird?"

"How is going to the spa with my sister weird? What is wrong with getting a facial?" Wo asked and at that Sin Nombre turned around.

"Well… it's not very manly…"

"Oh, that's just that toxic male masculinity talking," Sin Nombre said moving away from the cupboards with the glass he had just poured. "A guy needs a good facial routine more than a girl does. We're running around not taking care of our faces and turning into worn old alligator coats. Just look at Wo! Wrinkles for days, but me… I bet you can't even tell that I'm a year older than Rowan."

Steve glanced to Wo who was just shaking his head and then back to Sin Nombre. "I can tell."

"Well course, she acts like she's six," he said with a scoff. "I mean by looking at me."

"No, you look older than her," Steve repeated and Wo nodded.

"Okay, shut up. The point is, there's nothing wrong with have a facial routine. Specially since you're in Hawaii getting baked all the time."

Steve nodded. "Cool, great, so set me up with a routine, since you seem to know the most about this and uh… I can surprise Rowan with a facial night… like… what once a month?"

"It's better to do it once to twice a week."

"Fuck really?"

"Hey you can start out small, once every two weeks, ease yourself into it," he said. "And no problem, talk me through your skin type and I'll give you a daily routine and a weekly one, okay?"

He needed two? Well, fuck it, fine, he'd do it for Rowan, just to make her smile. She was always doing little things for him, and in the privacy of his own home, who cares, you know? He just had to make her promise no pictures, and not letting Danny find out.

"Right, so… facials, tai chi and yoga," Steve listed off. "You guys do anything else I should know about?"

"Uh, I used to run her," Sin Nombre said and Steve blinked his eyes. Why the hell did he make Ro sound like a fucking horse that needed to be exercised? "She's not doing that anymore though, is she?"

"No."

"Yeah well I used to make her run. She had bare minimum self defence training, she can disarm someone, and fight back but I didn't actually want her in hand to hand combat with anyone coming after her to get to us. So, I had her running. She's pretty quick."

"More aptly he'd chase her as it's the only way to get her to run, and she realized quite quickly if she screams my name and runs for me, I'll pull a gun on whoever is chasing her, even if it's Con. I've almost shot him twice."

"True, but I ducked," Sin Nombre said and Steve smiled, because that was exactly like Rowan. "Yeah, she's smart, I wanted her to run but, in a situation where she was being chased, she would be running for either me or Wo, so she would cut our runs short by running to him. And he'd pull a gun on me every time, even if I fucking warned him."

"Say what you want, she could find trouble, even while running with you. So, I wasn't going to chance it."

That too was fair. But it was good to know that he could get Rowan running, he just had to chase her.

"Anything else?"

"I unno what you want us to say McGarrett. Rowan had this thing about jam packing her schedule with tourist things or activities, she had theme nights with us, was constantly throwing parties, and Wo was all about indulging her. So, we never said no," Sin Nombre said. "Why are you asking?"

"Because… I'm looking for every day things to do with her that we can do together. And I suck at yoga so not that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah I fell out of some twisted downward dog and I don't want to do that again. So, anything else?"

"You mean this?" Sin Nombre asked and then put himself into the same position that Steve had found impossible.

"Right, show off," Steve muttered as Sin Nombre moved out of the position flawlessly. Seriously. Now he was just showing off. "Just anything else y'all used to do…"

"I used to shoot with her, but that's dangerous," Sin Nombre said and Wo Fat nodded.

"She's absolutely rubbish in practice, but on application day she's lethal. She shoots things that move, so you know… dangerous," he said.

"Yeah uh, you could try theme nights? A new one a week, she always did that with us."

"Yeah, movie nights, we'd rotate who'd get to pick the movie," Wo added. "Uhm, Taco Tuesdays. Spaghetti Sundays. Lazy days where we just stayed in bed, but her bed, and we'd eat junk food and watch garbage TV. Just ask her, she's got like a million things."

Okay, yeah, Steve could do that, that was small little things.

"She'd pick books for us to read and have like a book talk about what we liked or didn't. She loves putting on shows, so like ask her to sing for you?" Sin Nombre added. "What else do you need?"

"Nothing, that's great, thanks for all of that," he said. "and uh… thanks for taking care of her last year."

Both men just nodded to him and for a second, they were quiet. Wo drinking his coffee, Sin Nombre with his bourbon and Steve with his beer.

And then Wo cleared his throat.

"So… I have a question. If I… say wanted to go legit. And I proposed a sort of… community service type thing with whatever agency I could get to agree… would you be angry if they assigned me to you?"

Steve stared at Wo Fat. "I… I'm sorry what did you just say? You, go legit?"

"Yeah, what the fuck," Sin Nombre cried.

Wo Fat stared at both of them and then broke out in a grin. "Ha! The two of you actually bought that garbage? Ha! Me. Legit. What nonsense. I can't believe you guys believed that."

But Steve continued to stare at him. Because there was something about the way he said it that seemed… sincere.

"Well, if you did, and they had to assign you to someone, I wouldn't mind it being Five-0. Would give me a chance to pay you back for all the problems you've given me in the past," Steve said. "Could you imagine me as his boss? How annoyed he be."

Wo Fat shook his head. "I'd choose prison over working for you," he snapped and at that Sin Nombre laughed.

He wrapped an arm around Wo's shoulder and then pressed himself to his older brother's side. "You can't do that to me, who's am I gonna get the really fun assignments from if you go legit? I'll be stuck with Rowan's hauntings and crazy shit."

Wo put a hand to Sin Nombre's back and pet it three times and then lifted that hand up to ruffle his hair and then pushed him away. Sin Nombre just smiled and then together they just enjoyed each other's company and Wo's alcohol until it was time to go get the noodles for dinner.

Luckily Wo knew exactly what noodle place Rowan would want them to order from. With the noodles in hand, Wo called Rowan to send them back to where they were supposed to be. And they all got a hug.

Steve even got one from Wo Fat. This awkward little bro hug brief and fleeting. And Steve didn't even find it weird.