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Danny watched Steve pace. Junior and Tani were playing cards, but they kept nervously glancing at Steve, as if he was a pot that was about to boil over.
The short blond shook his head. He should have expected this. The man did not like to be confined. He was going stir-crazy. There was no one to chase. Nothing to investigate. Nothing to really do.
“Hey, Steve, why don’t you lay down?”
“I’m sick of laying down,” Steve grumbled as he continued to pace.
Danny sighed. “I know you hate being stuck in here. I get it. I hate it too. But it won’t be for much longer.”
“You know, I would take paperwork right now. If that got me out of here.”
Danny winced. Considering how often Steve tried to sneak his paperwork into Danny’s pile, that was saying something.
“I get it, Buddy. But we just have to deal with this until it’s deemed that the virus is out of our systems.”
Steve crossed his arms but stopped pacing. He glared at Danny. “Gee, I just have to deal with it? Thanks, Danno. Why didn’t I think of that?”
Danny bit his lip, debating bringing up something that they almost never talked about. It was something Steve didn’t like remembering. “Steve, I’m going to ask you something, and please don’t bite my head off. When you were falsely imprisoned after Jameson’s death, you were confined to a cell most of the time. How did you survive that?”
“Exercised. A lot.” The answer was short and to the point. No emotion in his voice whatsoever.
“Well, there’s nothing stopping you from doing that here. So, do sit-ups. Push-ups. Jumping jacks. Do whatever you want if it helps.”
“Fine,” Steve muttered.
And before Danny’s eyes, Steve’s shirt came off as he instantly started with jumping jacks.
Danny swallowed. Maybe he hadn’t thought this through. Watching Steve shirtless for hours on end. It might end up being torture.
He closed his eyes and turned his back onto the man, staring at Tani and Junior who had been silently watching their conversation.
Tani arched a knowing eyebrow. “I bet your regretting opening your big mouth now, huh?”
Danny glared at her, thankful that Steve didn’t seem to hear the comment.
Junior smirked. “Remember, these are close quarters. So no relieving yourself allowed.”
Danny turned his glare onto Junior, starting to miss the guy that all ‘yes sir’ and ‘no sir’. “Shut up,” he muttered.
He looked back at Steve, his eyes going immediately to the strong muscles in Steve’s stomach. He looked away before his body had a chance to react to the pleasant visual.
Quarantine just got a whole lot harder.