He's got his eyes narrowed, the kind of bewildered frown creasing his forehead and tightening his mouth that he used to get a lot, back in the early days, when Steve was always doing things like, oh, randomly swearing in over the phone with the Governor, or dangling suspects off of rooftops.

And Steve is smiling. Like this is the greatest way the night could end, practically glowing under the dim bar light, and it's -- you know what, Danny wrenches his mind away from that particular line of thought, because it is anything but helpful, at the moment, to contemplate exactly how heart-achingly beautiful that smile really is.

Much easier to wonder what the hell is going through Steve's head, which seems to be the same question Lani's asking herself, as she stares at his back and Danny lifts his eyebrows, takes a last drink of his beer before setting the bottle down on a nearby table and lifting a hand to her, because he's got no idea what's happening, here, but she has arguably even less.

"Uh, nice to meet you."

Even if it's a dirty lie, even if he's wishing he never saw her, even as he's waiting for Steve to come around the table and join him, because he has got a couple of things to say, none of which should be anywhere near within earshot for her.