He flicks a glance over the bar at the woman leaning there, pushes his bottle towards her. "Yeah, thanks."

Before turning his attention back to Steve, who is finally smiling a little more, relaxing, slightly. Which is good. Something to aim for, to keep up, which Danny can do, alright, he can keep a conversation going for hours, no sweat, avoiding all the heavy stuff and hitting the good times, or his favorite rants.

Anything, to push a little more curve into that smile. To lighten his expression a little more. "Yeah, okay," he relents, like it's such a chore to do, like the last thing he wants to do is agree, but he will, for Steve, even though the fish was delicious. Honestly, seriously, some of the best he's ever had.

"I definitely wouldn't send it back."

Maybe it wasn't even the fish, so much, as everything else. Sunset light. All his friends, his teammates, there. Steve, nearby, watching him over the top of his beer bottle, enough that every time Danny looked over, there he was, with that odd, difficult to define smile, the one that pulls Danny's heart into a spinning confusion.

Not a terrible way to end the day, after all. Sure. He'll give him that.