The world needs #92, McDanno. It is known.
92. “Let’s move in together.”
“No.” Danny said easily, not even looking up from his cereal. Steve frowned, standing up and grabbing his dishes to dump into the sink.
“Why not?” He asked, affronted at Danny’s quick response.
Danny huffed and looked up. “Steve, we tried that.”
“Again, years ago. We’re dating now, you sleep in my bed all of the time, and you sleep like a baby with the sound of the ocean now!”
Danny rolled his eyes and pushed his dishes to the side. “Since you’ve obviously thought about this, tell me why exactly you think it would be a great idea for us to move in together.”
“We’re over at each others’ places all the time -”
“You mean, you break in and steal all my food.”
“- Charlie and Grace like my beach -” Steve continued, leaning against the counter and ignoring Danny’s interjections.
“- Wait, they said that? When did they -”
“- I have plenty of room and Junior’s moving out to a new place soon -”
“You keep saying these things like they’re good reasons for me to just up and move over here.” Danny crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at Steve.
“For fuck’s sake, Danny, you’re having breakfast at my house!”
Danny shrugged. “I normally have breakfast at your house.”
Steve sighed loudly. “This is exactly why you should just move in.”
Danny set his elbows on the table and waved a judgmental finger in Steve’s direction. “Why are you so determined that I move into your place, huh? Maybe you should move into mine! Just because you’re a control freak doesn’t mean that your house is automatically the - why the fuck are you smiling at me, you maniac?”
Steve grinned happily at Danny. “So we’re moving in together?”
Danny closed his eyes and slowly let his head fall with a thunk onto the table. “God help me.” Steve waited for a beat and then Danny mumbled into the wood, “Fine. But you’re either moving into my place or we’re finding somewhere else because we need two rooms for Charlie and Grace.” He added, raising his head to stare at Steve intently.
Steve stood silently, thinking it over. “We’ll discuss it.” He decided, turning back towards the sink and beginning to wash the dishes, letting his boyfriend’s spluttered rebuttal wash over him with a smile.
